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"Goodnight Luci." My mother says to me, bending over and kissing me on my forehead.
"Night Mom." I whisper closing my eyes and smiling. My mother tiptoes to the door and quietly shuts it. I flip to face my window, and stare out into the darkness. I hear crickets chirping in the tall grass and then look at the stars. They are so beautiful at night. When it's morning you can't see them, but at night, they are spectacular. Of course, hardly anyone actually stays awake to see them. But I do. My mother used to tell me that if I ever saw a shooting star, that I should wish on it; dream on it. Tonight the sky was full of stars and I had trouble getting my eyes all around the open night above. And then, all at once I saw a shooting star! It zigzagged downward and before it completely vanished, I closed my eyes and crossed my fingers, and wished. I wished for my wonderful imagination, to get bigger and more wonderful. Then I opened my eyes, and saw that the shooting star was no longer there. So I crawled into bed and closed my eyes. After two or so minutes, I wasn't counting, I fell into a deep sleep. Then I opened my eyes, but this time I was not in my bedroom. I was in my dream.

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