memory

when i was young, maybe 10 or 11, one of my friends would come over on weekends for a sleepover. we would stay awake at night, lying in my big queen sized bed, talking and giggling for hours. we stared at the glow-in-the-dark stars placed on the ceiling above my bed by the people who owned the house before my parents.

i remember one time specifically; i'm not sure which friend it was, most likely kristy or tara. we were laying in bed in the dark and watching the spots on our eyes. you know when you close your eyes for a little while in the dark and then open them and there are those little spots that look almost like balls of floating dust.

we were aware that they really weren't there because we couldn't catch them; they were just a trick our eyes were playing on us. but we found that we saw the same spots and followed them with our hands. i remember we thought it was something special, like we were so close that our eyes saw the same magic spots.

i think i remember this because, during those late hours, i felt that maybe we weren't all as detached as we seem.