3. Dream

The evening before the exams, he perused a history book by his window, using the bright moonlight to make the pages visible. A cool breeze brushed through his hair. Paris was asleep; there was no danger of him being seen. Closing the old volume for a moment, his wistful eyes sought out the sky.

How fascinating the stars were. So high above, towering over the rest, untouched by the misery and selfishness that lay just below.

Jeremiah wished nothing more than to join them.