Batman stood on my chest, purring into my face at 3:24 a.m. He wanted to be let out. I opened the kitchen door, and he disappeared into the dawn. I then saw Orion lying on his side over the barn roof. I’d seen his belt many times, but I never understood how people could imagine the entire guy in the sky. This night I saw his head, his upper body, the belt, and his legs. None of this was literal or realistic, but it was all there—Orion without a doubt. I owe it all to Batman.
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