Midnight Sky

She gazed up into the stars longingly and shuffled a few of them into a shape.  Within a split second of completion, a pair of feet is heard rushing down the stairs inside the cottage. The scrambling stops, only to be replaced by the creak of the front door opening slightly. A small head with messy dark brown hair peers out. Sensing familiarity the head runs out towards her and she sweeps the child up and onto her lap. Gleaming she says “My little boy!”  

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