Third Star to the Right

I used to sneak out of my house in the middle of the night, carefully tip-toeing into the kitchen to steal my Dad’s red wine, then out through the patio so the alarm wouldn’t go off.

I wasn’t bad or rebellious; I was just… sad.

I would feel a loopiness creep into me, like when there’s a crazy person dancing in the street, so you avert your eyes and run past.

And that’s what I did. I averted my eyes and pasted a smile on during the day, forcing the twisty, windy, crazy, cartwheeling,


feelings to spill out at night.

At first, I silently sobbed into my pillow, but when this wasn’t enough, I started sneaking out.

The first time, I crept to my backyard and just cried. I ran my fingers through the cold, moist grass, then laid my head down until I didn’t know where my tears began and the dewdrops ended.

When I went back inside, I told myself that I couldn’t do this anymore; I was making a big fuss; nothing was wrong with me.

But a few weeks later, I went outside again, this time sipping my Dad’s wine, punching the air, then collapsing with exhaustion.

The third time, I brought a pillow and a blanket and planned to sleep outside. It was the first time I laid down on the ground without tears to blur my vision, and what I saw was magical. When I gazed up at the stars, the glimmering lights in the distance, I felt the enormity of the universe. I felt peaceful. I felt whole.

I knew this feeling wouldn’t last, that I automatically wouldn’t start feeling better, but I decided that, maybe, sneaking out at night wasn’t such a bad idea.

And after that third time, the night was no longer a time for sorrow, it was a time for rejoicing. It was a time for gazing at the beautiful sky, and thanking my lucky stars for my life here on earth.


From Trifecta: This weekend what we are asking from you is a little bit different (again).  Many of you regularly submit fictional responses to our prompts.  This weekend we are asking for a bit of your memoirs.  We want a real account of a period in your life that can be clearly identified by (wait for it) the number three.


19 thoughts on “Third Star to the Right

  1. Thanks for linking up with Trifextra this weekend. Everything about this rang true to me. Similar experiences, I think. I’m glad you found your way out–through the stars, no less. Thanks for sharing.

  2. I wanted to write my thoughts for this past weekend’s challenge but didn’t have time…too busy…that looked like a fun assignment. I did post some thoughts on a new blog that I started up a few weeks ago,, where I fact find and try to create an intersting (true) story in fifty four words. Your weekend writing inspired me very much. Have a great week.

    “On a clear night, take a look at the stars. What do you see? Stars. But an astronomer sees the constellations, the galaxies, the orderly expanse of the universe. Take a look at When Chinese writing. What do you see? Strange shapes? Guess what? Someone else sees a letter, a speech or a poem.”

    • I really like that idea of a story in fifty four words!
      I also think that you should check out because many times they ask us to write a story using only 33 words (even more of a challenge)
      Your story is really nice and makes one think about all the different perspectives each person can have about one single object or idea.

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