Stars are overhead.

I look up the lights are dim the curtains are cracked and through the translucent white sheet I see the world. As if looking though an out of focus lens the light circles it source there are dark midnight blues, warning light reds, and yellows of every color. On the floor is a grey electronic keyboard partly covered by our yellow hotel curtains and surrounded by a deep blue sea of fine carpet. I feel a shift and for a minute my eyes refocus and my brain returns to the world, Emily is in my lap with a smile that could hold a hundred oranges. It is night time again and I fully believe that any day will be what you love.