Back in the shadowed safety of my room for the evening. Laying on my shredded bedspread, staring up, the ceiling seems kind of bare.


It's stark and white. I want to see some stars, but that is kind of hard with a roof overhead.


I think about it for a moment, and then make a mental note to get some 'stars' for my new night sky, up there on my ceiling.


~Raffin