“At night she would inevitably think about them. No matter how hard she tried to redirect her thoughts, her mind would always return to her parents. She missed them dearly and imagined them constantly above her, looking down from the cosmos and observing her life. She found the two brightest stars in the sky and knew that one was her mother and one was her father.
As she lay in bed, she would look up at the ceiling and dissolve it with her mind, revealing the millions of points of light in the blackness above. She'd then find the star of her mother and star of her father, and upon receiving their light she would instantly doze off, secured by their watchful eyes. The only thing that could ever disrupt her routine was the large, ornate chandelier that hung from the ceiling above. Its gaudy design and central position often dragged her back to reality and reassembled the ceiling she worked so hard to remove.
One day she stacked her bedside tables and placed a chair on top of them . As she scaled the precarious structure, she found the chandelier just within her reach. On the tips of her toes and with an arm and a hand stretched to their limits, she grabbed onto it. As she did, the tables and chair collapsed loudly beneath her. She tumbled painfully to the ground, the chandelier still in her hand, and landed hard with a thump.
Regaining her awareness, she saw that the sky itself had followed the chandelier in its rapid decent. The clouds floated down with a gentle wobble, coming to rest gently around her. She looked up to find the stars close enough to touch, none more so than that of her mother and father. She basked in their pale light and found her heart contented.” -M.D. Walter