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True to its name, this time of year is unnaturally clear and it’s incredibly easy to see the stars. They sparkle with more colors and vibrancy than usual. Sometimes you can see odd lights, but everything is so far away it's hard to tell what's real and what's an illusion, but it's a magical and overwhelming sensation all the same. Every year there is a meteor shower at this time, and this year is no different; the sky is full of shooting stars, so now's the perfect opportunity to find a dark place to watch the stars and make a wish! Whatever wish you make, you wind up having the most surreal dream of it being granted. What did you wish for--and what direction did your dream take? What happens when you wake up to reality?
Typically, Glen wouldn't find himself outside too often at night unless he was on patrol, only having twenty percent vision in your left eye can really mess a guy up after all. But tonight, he found himself drawn to looking up at the stars on his roof, that he managed to find an entry way too via the attic. He wasn't very fond of stargazing, but tonight, he just indulged. His worries about his sight, his job, life in general were just a bit too much to handle at the moment, and he had seen on the news there would be a meteor shower tonight, so he figured, why not. He grabbed a blanket, some pillows and some snacks, and wandered up to the roof, now looking at the brilliant show in the sky.
"I guess this is nice." He murmured, taking a drink of the beer he had grabbed. He did nothing but watch for a few minutes, starting to get a bit bored and had begun reaching for his phone when he realized something had changed.
"God. Dammit."
Not again, could he not just get through one ******** season without something weird happening? Apparently not, as he watched some of the lights in the shower change colors, sparkle a bit too brightly. It didn't happen often though, maybe he was just imagining it??? God he hoped so, he couldn't handle some weird monster battle right now. Sp he calmed down, and drank a bit more.
Annnnd nope, still happening, but it didn't look like they were harming anything, so whatever. Glen laid down on the roof, looking at the weird shower as it passed through, still thinking of his life, and how he wished there was something to be done.
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Only to wake up in bed? But wait, not his bed at his little house on the corner, but the one at his mom's house. In fact, one of his mothers bust into the room, way more excited than she normally appeared. "Glen! Fantastic news! The eye transplant has been approved, and youll be prepped just as soon as we get you to the hospital. " Before he could even get out a "What the hell" She ha dbodily picked him up, carrying her twenty two year old son off from his room and down the stairs where his other mom, Josie, waited, tears in her eyes, and not at all happy. "I told her this was a bad idea, but she barely listens anymore." He though he heard the red head say. But it was too late, for one second he was at home, in his mothers arms, the next he was at the hospital, signing squiggles upon numbers and one or two letters, whisked away to the operating room, the very odd looking room.
As the doctors put the anesthetic mask over his face, all Glen could think, or maybe said aloud was. "What a weird a** dream."
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He woke to the early morn suns heat beating onto his body. He knew it wasnt late, but that the heat was just oppresive by now and it rarely mattered what position the sun was in for that. He got up on shaky legs, looking around. Still thew roof of his little house, the entire case of beer gone, and a raging headache from the heat and where he slept combined with the alcohol. Great, and he blinked his eyes, still that awful murky blot where everything had a whited over quality to it from the left. Fantastic, damn dream for....whatever it was trying to do. He cleaned up his trash, and headed back through the attic, and ignored the wetness under his eyes.
Some dream, making him think he'd found any cure to his own mistakes.
