She stood there, and looked at the world around her. Was she dreaming? Was she really sleeping next to her daddy in his warm bed, his arms enclosed around her?

She tried to make herself wake up, but she couldn’t. Was this really reality? Envoloped around her was a blanket of blackness, with small yellow specks.

She climbed over to one and sat down on it. She let her feet dangle. It was a star. A bright yellow star, but strangly, the light wasn’t blinding. The heat didn’t burn. Had she turned into something she was not?