Little Trips (Short Aesthetic Stories)

Rooftop Remedy

     I sit up on the rooftop. The stars are shining bright. It is late, and the world around me sleeps. The stars twinkle to their own melody. The breeze flutters through my hair. It is the perfect setting. I cannot see the moon, but I know it is out there somewhere. Sometimes all you need is to know that something is out there somewhere. You don't always have to see it, because knowing it's there is enough.