They are lying on the grass staring up at the starry sky, and in this moment, he is content. Sirius's head is on his shoulder and his hand moves through the air, tracing the constellations against the sky.
He can find them all but his own, and Remus cannot help but think that there must be something predestined in this, some sort of sign he should follow. But he shouldn't know that, he considers, yet he does, and this leaves him with only one conclusion…that he is dreaming.
But so what, he reflects cuddling up to Sirius and watching as a star shoots across the sky. He cannot remember the last time he was half this happy, and he cannot help but to wish on every star in his make-believe sky that he will stay this way forever, quietly dreaming his life away.
The sun rises and he opens his eyes, staring up at the cracking ceiling and marveling at how even now among the drywall constellations he cannot find his star.
AN: I think it's actually a little long for a drabble, but I really didn't want to cut anything.