BEVVOX

I plucked a star from the sky I held it and looked long and deep upon it. It shone bright but not too bright and looked curiously at me. It asked what I wanted with it (a simple ball of gases, illuminated by an almost supernatural twist of fate and physics) I smiled back and asked it if it had ever fallen. It did not smile but shrunk back into my hand and tried to escape through my interlaced fingers. I smiled wider (brighter) and held it tighter as it trembled before my eyes. It begged me to let it go back to its place in the sky. I whispered "no." I climbed to the top of the stairs leaned against the window held it out. It