Stars

I am hanging my laundry (freshly brought it up to my room after it sat for 24 hours in dryer D) And almost unmistakably – “Go to her room. Now.”

I sigh. I’m never sure if that almost unmistakable voice is something Divine or something I cleverly disguise as such.

But. But… I’m folding and hanging, I tell the voice. Yeah, I don’t have time. I’m folding. And then I am in the hallway, walking to her room. Maybe she needs me. She needs encouragement. Yeah, it’s a mission from God. I’m like the Blues Brothers.

I knock on the door.

“Come in!”

I do. She’s not even there. It’s her roommate and another girl that I don’t know very well. It’s a little awkward. We hate on homework a bit.

And then, a frenzy of words from them: “Oh, we have to show her!” “Oh, yeah, I’ll get the lights!”

I am confused. Am I getting kidnapped? Suddenly, the room is dark. Except for the glow and the dark stars sticky-tacked to the wall. It’s glorious. We go crazy.

YAY STARS LOOK AT THEM THEY’RE SO TINY OH I LOVE THEM IT’S LIKE A BUNCH OF BABY CONSTELLATIONS IN YOUR ROOM YOU SHOULD GET MORE OF THEM YAY.

And then the lights are back on. The magic is over. We chat a little more, and I take my leave.

And almost unmistakably, “I wanted to give you a gift.”

Oh.

I guess it was God that time.