THE NIGHT
FORGOT TO END.
THE VERY FIRST MORNINGAt 4:44 one morning, the sky turned raspberry pink—and stayed there. Every creature fell asleep waiting for darkness. Every creature except a small blue owl.
He watched the stalled dawn for seven days. Each hour placed another black ring around his eyes, like the night sketching in charcoal. His pupils shrank to pinpoints because he was trying to hold the entire horizon in a single look.
He is drawn in nervous pencil because Hooty never stands entirely still. Every scratch is a thought arriving. Blue is the piece of night that followed him. Pink is the sunrise that never quite finished.
They’re full of unfinished stories.”


