He had always been nocturnal. As a young child, he had to stay up late to stare at the stars. His mother always chided him, and his father would always sneak him into the backyard for a midnight snack and some stargazing.
He sighed softly and blinked, almost like hitting F5 on his laptop to make the images appear clearer. The stars were shining bright tonight.
The thought that these lights are thousands, millions, of years old had always made him want to see those times.
Closing his eyes, ready for sleep, he told himself that he now rather liked the present.
YOU ARE READING
Projection
General FictionIt's not so bad when you have someone there for you. Kinda.
