“Hey,” she said to the stars in the sky, “I wish I was you.”
Snuggling into the moonlight, just so, she let go. Seconds later, Pedra was flying inside their universe, stardust tickling her skin.
“May I pick you?” she asked.
One protected her heart. Two, on her shoulders. Two on her feet.
They tucked her deeper into sleep.
“Please handle with care, humankind,” they whispered. "Priceless."