Hypnagogia

He sat on the bench, watching the fountain as the day turned into night. 

The first star started to shine on the water of the fountain, as it did in the sky. 

Then it wasn't in the sky anymore; instead, a glowing fish swam in the water. 

He sat watching the fish not moving a muscle. He wondered if that was the shape stars took to swim down here. 

As he looked up at the space where the star was, a kid came to feed it. 

The kid would bounce dimes from the corner of the fountain and watch the fish jump to eat them. 

The spectacle of light and giggles brought a smile to his face, the wrinkles marked a lot deeper now almost as if every smile he had given was still there in the same place. 

The kid left called by their parents who were too busy to see the fish, or too tired to listen. 

He sat on the bench not moving a muscle,  so as to not ruin the dream but morning came and the fish vanished. 

So he got up slowly with the weight of his years and started to walk away with one last look at the fountain.