As I rested upon the single layered mattress, my glance was frozen at the ceiling. I took deep note of the glow in the dark stars that lay lifeless above the ceiling fan. They shone down proudly upon me. They cast their light as if it had been a century since they had last brightened the evil, dark, night. Where as the previous night I lay cuddle with a demon, tonight I lay under the stars with all of my angels. With everything great. Although the pure blackness was loud and uninviting, it was interrupted by the soft, whispering light of the deformed stars and I very much liked that.