The star in Dan’s pocket woke up one night, when Dan should’ve been sleeping. He was sitting on the edge of a harbor in a

Creative Writing & Poetry
The star in Dan’s pocket woke up one night, when Dan should’ve been sleeping. He was sitting on the edge of a harbor in a
Dan was sitting on the front steps to the Polaris, forearms leaning against his knees as he glared at the drained star in his hand.