I look up at the night sky, faintly glittering, with the coarseness of sand below me, against my back and arms and legs. The sky beckons to me like a dream, a vision, a promise of things to come; and the damp grit against my skin pull me back to the present, reminding me of the harsh reality that envelopes you and me.

I hear you breathing beside me and wonder if you see the same things I do.