Writing stars.
A bit anxious because the next destination didn’t seem right on the map, he grew agitated as he drove in circles.
With practice and the tools he’d learned to rely on, he managed to steady himself and keep going, though the light was fading fast.
He paused and smiled to himself. Not all those who wander are lost. All he really needed was a parking lot—his bed was already behind him in the van.
Night fell with no luck. He finally pulled over into an open field near the highway, closer to the line of trees.
Inside the van, he lay back on his bed and stared at the ceiling. With a single motion of his hand, he removed it, and there it was—the night sky.
Moving his hands as he told a story, the constellations shifted and came alive. Bears and lions fought one another, and warrior princesses appeared, dressed in makeup and flowing gowns instead of armor.
By morning, after falling asleep while playing with the stars, he returned to the wheel and kept driving.
