Twinkle, twinkle little stars.
It was two in the morning. She was already awaken. Pulled up by the biological clock, she dragged her body to the bathroom and brushed her teeth. She was neither drowsy nor energetic. It was only two minutes past two. She sat herself by the door, feeling the quiet breeze caressing her.
The sky was filled with stars. They were beautiful. She counted them.
Twenty-two years after, she woke up again at two, no longer looking at the sky. She could no longer remember how the stars were mapped for her. The stars remained bright, shining through the nights. If only she could stop and gaze, and admire their beauty once again, she would have less to worry.
For how great the Creator was, and still is.
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