The Night That Waited for One Person to Sleep

One night refused to deepen until a lonely writer finally closed her eyes. Stars hovered impatiently, the moon dimmed itself, and darkness stretched thin like silk held taut. When the writer finally drifted into sleep, night descended fully — gentle, tranquil, relieved. Her dream illuminated the sky from within, giving constellations new shapes. By sunrise, the stars seemed different. Some said she had dreamed a new sky into existence.