“ i don’t want to go back to sleep yet. ”
the door is always open . ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃˡᶦᵍⁿᵉᵈ / ˢʸᵐᵐᵉᵗʳʸ ᵐᶦʳʳᵒʳᵉᵈ ᶦⁿ ᵃ ˢᵐᶦˡᵉ , ᵃ ᵍʰᵒˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘᵗʰ ˡᶦⁿᵍᵉʳˢ ᵇᵉʰᶦⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ˢʰᵃᵈᵒʷˢ . ❝ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ᶦˢ ᵏᶦⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵒᵛᵉʳʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ , ˢᵒ ᵒᵏᵃʸ . ( . . . ) ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵗᶦˡˡ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵗᵃˡᵏ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ ˀ ᵒʳ ʷᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˡᵃʸ ʰᵉʳᵉ . ❞ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈᵉʳˢ ᵇʳᵘˢʰ ᵗᵒᵍᵉᵗʰᵉʳ , ᶠᶦⁿᵍᵉʳˢ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ ᵃ ᶠˡᵉᵉᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵖʳᵒᵈᵈᶦⁿᵍ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ . ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᶦˢ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ʷʰᵒˡᵉ . ˢᵒˡᵃᶜᵉ ᶦˢ ʰᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒᵘⁿᵈˢ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ . ❝ i still have that constellation ceiling projector i got from luke . ᶦᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗ , ᶦ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵖˡᵘᵍ ᶦᵗ ᶦⁿ & ʷᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢᵉᵉ ʷʰᵒ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵃˢᵗʳᵒⁿᵒᵐʸ ˡᵉˢˢᵒⁿˢ . ❞ ˢʰᵉ ᶦˢ ᵃ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵖˡᵃᵍᵘᵉᵈ ᵒ’ᵉʳ ʰᶦˢ ᵇᵒⁿᵉˢ & ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳʸ . ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ʷʳᵃᶦᵗʰˢ ᵈᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᵃᶜʳᵒˢˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᶦᵗʸ . the world lay touched always by two sets of hands . ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗᶦᵐᵉˢ ᵒⁿᵉ ᶜᵃⁿⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵉᵉ ᵇᵉʸᵒⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉᵐ . ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˡᵏˢ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ʰᶦˢ ˡᶦᶠᵉ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵇʳᵉᵉᶻᵉ ᵖᵃˢˢᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵃᵘᵗᵘᵐⁿ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉˢ . the door is always open .












