She looked up at the bright light in the sky as she lay on the blanket.
The blanket she had for ages, old, worn, and small.
The grass poked her leg, but she didn’t notice.
Looking at the bright light in the dark, she lay there, wondering.
The blanket she had for ages, old, worn, and small.
The grass poked her leg, but she didn’t notice.
Looking at the bright light in the dark, she lay there, wondering.