It is but a melancholic of ruminating over what could’ve been. But whatever. The day is about to end as you fold up your blankets in for the night, hopeful for at least some sort of good night’s sleep.

Before tucking yourself in though, you head to your window to open it ever so slightly, for the cool air to greet your warmly. But then, something glimmers in the sky, catching your attention.

Oh…a shooting star.