a star pointer

there're apps for star gazing

You open a drawer and a pack of twix falls into your hand, you forgot that you bought it a few days ago. A smile goes on your face and a slight regret over a dinner you had. You dress up and stretch so much that a pop sound goes out of your knees. You put resin boats and go into the garden, you laugh and inside you're 8 years old and you say "mine" and shook side to side. You fall on the grass and fireflies light up around. Your puffy jacket is warm for this cool evening. You point with a twix twig at a star and your face light up, you wonder what time is there and why your brain tells you that this chocolate is so good. Tea would be nice but it's nicer to lie here down and feel the air bouncing of the face and the sound of the twix twigs breaking makes you switch between 32 and 8 years old many times a minute. You want to call everyone and ask when the last time they fell in the grass with a chocolate bar. It fits your colorful jacket and a thermos with green tea would be nice right about now.