Deep Stars
Boom-bah-ya, the girls in sparkly sleek tights with with holes out over their behinds stood on platforms in Mortimus plaza, and cigarette smoke wafted up from beneath them. But here, here there wasn't anything but the stars. Very peaceful, very bright. Boom-bah-ya. The women slid down slithering poles and the men glanced up at them as they walked into work. But the stars were yellow, not white. At least he thought they were. Not cold, but warm. And set in a velvet navy-colored universe. Boom-bah-ya. The buildings were all chrome and shiny, and the light glinted off them and the curbs and the glass and the girls until you could only ever see one thing at a time, eyes flashing faster than the light, never able to take in more than a pinpoint's worth. But the universe here looked less like a universe and more like the sky should, he thought. Close and encircling and love...