B e t w e e n S l e e p a n d t h e s t a r sBeneath a black and crestfallen sky strewn with lament she lies, a wistful smile playing at her lips as she traces the constellations with a delicate finger across the horizon. It was a night like all the others, teased by sleep’s splintering caress until she cared not where the realms of reality and dream blurred. A clock ticking in a far off room, stars become dust, glistening in the flow of air coming in from the street outside, two blinks, and she settles back once more to watch their dance, throws her arms behind her head, and lets her hands grow delicately into her hair. How elegantly they move together, like the shards of a kaleidoscope set free into the world. Particles so small and insignificant, yet for the moment utterly captivating…. So she stops time.