A World in the Sky

They were all around me, the flashes of golden-orange and shiny metallic black. I spun in circles as my daytime friends flew around me, dancing and sparkling in the sunlight. The monarchs who had given me my wings when I was only two. My lifelong friends who were with me at every turn, in every problem. In a world full of darkness, they were my relief. They were the ones who helped me create my world.

My world full of wonder and friendship and peace. My world open to anyone and everyone.

I laughed as one of the butterflies landed on my nose briefly before flitting away. My wings spread wide behind me and I jumped into the air.

The sun was setting behind me, and I led a parade of butterflies down the neighborhood hidden by the trees. I heard a group of younger children laughing. Looking down I saw them, running and dancing in a small stream. A dog barked as we passed overhead. 

I landed on a platform higher than any of the others in my little world. I had come to call this solitary place my home.

The sun hit the snowy mountain range in the distance, and bright, beautiful colors exploded in the sky around me. Then the sun and its light show were gone, replaced by the stars.

My monarch friends had left to go to their own homes for the night. I had the night to myself, but if anyone asked, I would share it.

The moon rose above the mountains behind me, shining its brilliant silver light over my valley.

Bats and owls flew in the sky above me, eating the mosquitoes that haunted everyone’s skin. I smiled and leaned back against the trunk of the tree behind me, breathing in the cool night air. The sun was full of light, but so was the moon.