Ripples

I go to sleep completely surrounded by stars.  Sometimes they are green or yellow.  Mostly they are blue and they go from floor to ceiling, even reflecting off the curtains, but you can't see them from outside.  I know.  I went out to look tonight.

I find an inexpressible comfort in these stars.

They come from a child's toy, a little turtle I call Tortamer.  I like the feeling that I am floating in a sea of stars.  Somehow that makes me feel grounded!  Connected to the whole universe!

Every time I roll over in bed all those stars shift and shimmer because Tortamer sits on the pillows beside mine and leans up against the wall so I can get the most stars possible.  It reminds me that in real life, every single thing that exists ripples out across everything else.  That bears remembering.

The idea that you and I are connected is nice.  Sometimes I try to see if I can feel you.

I suppose grown ups aren't supposed to wonder about things like this.

But I do.