I woke up early in the morning. Maybe it wasn’t even the morning, since outside my window the sky was still dark, but I was wide awake anyway. And why would I be? I was seventeen, on a weekend at that. I yawned, stretching, and turned my head left and right, feeling my neck crick. Then I saw myself looking in my mirror, as I do almost every morning, and just stared.
I could faintly see my silhouette in the darkness, but my entirety wasn't what I was focused on. Faintly, my navy blue eyes glowed, just barely, but enough that it stood out in the inky darkness. In my left eye, there was a slight twinkling.
I stood quietly and walked over to my mirror, looking into my eye. There, up close, I could see the sky. Stars and galaxies glistened, an occasional shooting star passing by, right there in my iris. My pupil? Non existent. Instead, there was one star that never moved, unlike the rest that slowly spun around. That was how I was able to see. I glanced up at my hair, and sighed a little.
I ran my fingers through a soft, almost fluffy head of white hair, and watched small pieces break off and float away. That’s right. My hair was a cloud. I shook my head a little and watched more tiny clouds pull off and float away, before disappearing, before grabbing a sweater off the back of my chair, and pulling it on. Floop! My hair made a little noise as the fabric pulled over it, and my hair bobbed a little bit, before settling back down in the messy, almost-afro like way it always did.
I remembered having normal hair though. Having pupils, looking normal. I remembered the day when I traded all that in, for the opportunity of having a connection with my late parents, who were stargazers at heart. They loved stars so much, they even named me Stella. I smiled slightly, remembering when I found myself in the stars, given the choice of being a celestial being. Being able to communicate with the constellations, being able to control them. The thought of being a true star girl gave me the comfort of the thought of being with my parents.Don’t get me wrong. I’m no super hero. I just wanted to feel a connection with the stars and my family. There was only one price to pay.
I pulled on some sweats and boots, and went back to my window. Quietly, I slid the window open, and hopped onto the fire escape, breathed in the cool air, and started clubbing up the stairs. My boots hardly made a sound on the metal, my hands sliding over the railings lightly, and I made it to the roof. I took a deep breath, and spread out my arms, opened my eyes. Suddenly, my left eye lit up, the stars brighter than ever, and soon, they were falling, melting down my cheek, my torso. The purple inkiness slowly skimmed down my arm, and I held out a hand. They reached my palm, and I felt the icy coldness of space, before it off. I watched as the night sky seemed to almost change, and soon, the stars were arranging themselves, forming shapes.
I smiled a little, and shifted forward, feeling the wind pick up slightly, pulling more chunks of hair from me, floating away into the sky, and I hastily pulled my sweater hood up over my head. “Hey there, Leo,” I said softly, and watched the lion made of stars shake its mane, made of pure space. His big paws moved and he came up to me, and I pet his head, smiling some more. “You called?” He turned his head, his mouth opening, closing, massive teeth made of planets clamping together. I giggled. “Ah, you’re hungry, hm?”
I shifted and put my palms to my heart, before pulling away. A small strand of my soul came with my hands, and I yanked harder, snapping the line. I felt lightheadedness take control for a moment, and I slumped against Leo, trying to gain strength again. “Oog…” I moaned quietly. Leo snuffed at me, and I could feel his concern. I was growing weaker. I smiled weakly, pushing myself off of the celestial creature, and held out the strand. “Here you go.” I mumbled. He hesitated before gently leaning forward, touching his nose to the strand, and I watched it disappear, turning into stardust. He nosed my sweater again, and I rubbed his mane again.
“I’m fine, Leo. I still have plenty to give.” I said, and watched as my palm glowed softly, and soon, Leo was dissolving, flowing back up my arm, and I felt the icy cool space climb back into my eye. I sighed, flopping down. I was tired. I watched the sky get lighter as night turned to day, the sky bursting with pinks and oranges. Slowly, all of the stars began to disappear, and it was morning. “Mmph.” I didn’t have anymore energy, but I had to move. I couldn’t let anyone see me. Not without putting on sunglasses and a wig, at least (which, mind you, is very hard. Try putting a cloud into a wig cap).
I forced myself to my feet, and quickly maneuvered down the fire escape to my open window, hopped in, and closed the window behind me. Then, I flopped down, closing my eyes. The thought of being found, taken away to be probed on, scared me. I never really believed in the whole alien-getting-probed thing when I was younger, but when you have the qualifications of an alien, you get paranoid. I pulled the shades shut as the sun started getting into my room, and laid back onto my bed. Pulling the covers over my head once again, I tried to find sleep,
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