If I wasn't the Real One
It's nice since I can get a better view of the misty night sky looking down on me.
I guess I can take a seat from the nearest couch, facing the window.
Stars glow the sky like snowflakes in the dusk, yet appear still, like an expensive canva. I chuckled at myself as I enjoyed seeing the stars gliding and darting. Subconsciously, I started counting them.
"One, Two, Three, Four, Five!"
At that moment, I saw a promise of life in the darkness, a sense of warmth blossomed from the cold.
Later on, I saw a shooting star, and I spouted out joyfully, "Look, make a wish, __--!"
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