The Offing Mag

We stand on my bed in our bare feet and cover the wall with glow-in-the-dark star stickers until the real sun starts to come up from behind the Catalina mountains. We make a tiny galaxy, switch off the light and watch it grow.

Put them wherever you want, I tell him. This is me being kind.

But it’s your wall, he says, like he really is concerned. How do you want it to go?