ARTEMISIA

"The end," I mumbled, rolling on the vast bed as the rolling credit came on the screen. I shut the laptop I had been watching a movie on and gazed towards the white ceiling.

What next? I asked myself. I stretched forth my hand towards a paper I had listed what to do for the weekend that was sitting on the nightstand.

"Watch the night sky," I mumbled.

I leapt out of bed, darted to the closed window, opened it and lifted my face towards the sky.

It was ...