Last night I had trouble sleeping. Again.
I wondered how I would answer this prompt about a wish.
The words came, and then I decided I would go out at sunset tonight and snap at our sky.
When I saw the snow starting after breakfast this morning, I thought, why wait, a snowflake is just as good to wish upon as a star.
The past eight years have brought staggering loss. Please, please, might I have a wish.