The night sky peers
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routheboat 17 | poetry and flash fiction
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"Sweet dreams." | prompt: tranquil

The night sky peers

The night sky peers down on the planet she has been watching for millions of years.

The night sky peers down on the planet she has been watching for millions of years. Her multiple eyes scan the various landscapes of the Earth: its forests, fields, beaches, towns, and cities.

The night sky peers down on the planet she has been watching for millions of years. Her multiple eyes scan the various landscapes of the Earth: its forests, fields, beaches, towns, and cities. For the meantime she focuses on one particular suburban place,

The night sky peers down on the planet she has been watching for millions of years. Her multiple eyes scan the various landscapes of the Earth: its forests, fields, beaches, towns, and cities. For the meantime she focuses on one particular suburban place, a place that never sleeps.

The night sky peers down on the planet she has been watching for millions of years. Her multiple eyes scan the various landscapes of the Earth: its forests, fields, beaches, towns, and cities. For the meantime she focuses on one particular suburban place, a place that never sleeps. A place that doesn't lose its lights much like the stars.

She feels pity.

She feels pity. Pity for the humans who can never rest;

She feels pity. Pity for the humans who can never rest; those who need to spend more hours working than sleeping...

She feels pity. Pity for the humans who can never rest; those who need to spend more hours working than sleeping... just so they and their family can live another day.

She feels pity. Pity for the humans who can never rest; those who need to spend more hours working than sleeping... just so they and their family can live another day. She feels pity for the ones whose minds are restless but whose bodies and spirits need it so badly.

She feels pity. Pity for the humans who can never rest; those who need to spend more hours working than sleeping... just so they and their family can live another day. She feels pity for the ones whose minds are restless but whose bodies and spirits need it so badly. She wishes that she could help them all.

She feels pity. Pity for the humans who can never rest; those who need to spend more hours working than sleeping... just so they and their family can live another day. She feels pity for the ones whose minds are restless but whose bodies and spirits need it so badly. She wishes that she could help them all. Yet she can only give aid one at a time.

The moon moves her ghostly projection through the buildings and alleyways.

The moon moves her ghostly projection through the buildings and alleyways. She finds a young soul typing away at their laptop in the dead of night.

The moon moves her ghostly projection through the buildings and alleyways. She finds a young soul typing away at their laptop in the dead of night. Their back against the pillows but not yet in slumber.

The moon moves her ghostly projection through the buildings and alleyways. She finds a young soul typing away at their laptop in the dead of night. Their back against the pillows but not yet in slumber. She whispers soothing words in the person's ear.

The moon moves her ghostly projection through the buildings and alleyways. She finds a young soul typing away at their laptop in the dead of night. Their back against the pillows but not yet in slumber. She whispers soothing words in the person's ear. Telling them to let the weight fall into their eyes and let their worries wash away.

The human's tense shoulders slowly droop down. Their shallow breathing slowly becomes deep and calm.

The human's tense shoulders slowly droop down. Their shallow breathing slowly becomes deep and calm. The moon's ghost smiles.

The human's tense shoulders slowly droop down. Their shallow breathing slowly becomes deep and calm. The moon's ghost smiles. With her soft hands she draws circles on their back.

The human's tense shoulders slowly droop down. Their shallow breathing slowly becomes deep and calm. The moon's ghost smiles. With her soft hands she draws circles on their back. The human decides to put their work aside for now.

The human's tense shoulders slowly droop down. Their shallow breathing slowly becomes deep and calm. The moon's ghost smiles. With her soft hands she draws circles on their back. The human decides to put their work aside for now. Their eyes close and soon they were now asleep.

"Sweet dreams."

"Sweet dreams." Then off she went.

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