and then everything will be dust - by Carmen - Altered

One night when we were kids, my sibling and I snuck out of the house to watch the stars on the roof. We climbed a rusty ladder to the top and sat side by side. The view at the top wasn't even that impressive. We lived in a suburban town outside of Baltimore, where the city's light pollution was still visible. But we could still see a couple stars, and I stared at them in awe, shivering in the night with my arms wrapped around my cardigan. The universe looked so vast. Boundless.