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Sleeping Under the Stars
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We were flat on our backs, shoulder to shoulder, gazing into the vast star-lit universe that extended farther than either of us could imagine.
Carly was quieter than me, choosing silence in most conversations. I was the talker, the rambling stoic who couldn’t stop hypothesizing about what was “out there” as if I could talk my way through life’s imponderables to determine where things such as time and space began and ended.
All this, these deep questions explored and contemplated between two teenage girls, sparked us to believe we had entire fantastic destinies awaiting us. We tended to think the unseen, unknowable future stretched farther than that sky, yet were content to be lying beside one another on an old quilt in her yard.
Positioned between us was an opened pack of Oreos that our hands intermittently disturbed. As we pulled chocolate cookies to our lips, a few stubborn crumbs occasionally refused to be consumed and wandered down paths to our necks.
Every few minutes we sat up and brushed them away from the quilt so ants wouldn’t invade our space.
We were carefree and happy back then with utopian visions of love and romance which, we were…
