Joseph Feduniewicz

Yeah

Stars twinkled behind Shep’s heavy eyelids. He urged himself to keep dreaming as he focused on the dark space gluing together the heavens. He couldn’t remember the last time the night sky looked so dazzling. That, and to be whole again, standing next to his 32-year-old son marveling at the dancing flickers of light and color, was all a treat. The morning could wait. His wheelchair could wait. His illnesses could wait. He wanted to stay right here, and so he would, for just a moment more.