Write a Book in a Day 2017

The sun warmly hugged my body as a cool breeze kissed my skin and whipped my wavy hair out of my eyes, causing my skin to prickle with goose-bumps. This was my favourite time of day, the sun weakening as it slowly waved goodbye, allowing the stars to finally come out a bid a hello. My love for space never ceased, the way the stars danced at night and the moon glowed against the dark blanket of sky made me feel so small in this big world, and I loved it. My pace began to quicken as tonight’s plans brewed an excitement within me. Everyday I’ve studied and analysed the beautiful constellations of the universe, and tonight I will finally come face to face with the star I have been dreaming to see. An emerald, a star so beautiful that craves love and admiration, but when the sun and moon allow its wish, it is the most beautiful night to be alive. My thoughts vanished to reality as house appeared, tiny against the deepening horizon. I pedalled faster and my anticipation only seemed to grow. The white, ageing weather boards and rusty tin roof that I call home became clearer as I finally reached my home. The rusted gate creaked open as I wheeled my bike to a halt. Darkness engulfed me before a single ray of dying sunlight pierced through the curtains in the front room. The only noise to be heard was my heavy footsteps against the wooden floor boards. The stench of strong coffee clung to my clothes and engulfed the air of my living room, a smell that feels so much like home. I glanced at the clock that ticked for my attention, only half an hour to go to make up for 2 years of waiting. My heart pounded against my chest, desperate for the unknown as my mind began to race with ‘what if’s.’ Tonight, the only thing that mattered was my telescope, the universe and Emerald.

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