She's sitting in her room again, whispering to twinkling stars in the sky, wondering when they'll come down and spirit her away. She always wishes that she could capture the blue of the sky in her pocket, that feeling she gets when the sun shines through the window and gives everything a golden glow the way the world seems to melt together when the sun starts to hide away shattered hopes on the pavement are mere reflections of her tiny heart and the gleam of satellites soaring across the sky match the faded glow in her eyes.