whenever I look
up at the sky, I see clouds,
stars, and you—my heart

I fear becoming
a feral tragedy, lost
without your guidance

Her hair thrashed around in the harsh wind as everyone's screams filled her ears. Tears fell from her eyes.

Everything was chaos.

But she looked next to her and saw his soft eyes, his sweet smile.

She grabbed his hand, returning the smile.

The world went yellow as the sun shone through the window behind him. Then white. Then black.

On my way home last night, I fell asleep at the wheel. I got minimal hours of sleep the night before, could not get to coffee all day, and my manager made me stay for closing. The highway was closed for construction, so I had to take Park Express which—past a certain point in the city—would be mostly barren that time of night. My eyes started drooping when I stopped at a red light. I shook it off, telling myself just 5 more minutes until I got home. As I reached the part of Park Express that was 5 big turns, one almost right after another, I felt a deep wave of exhaustion roll through me. But I was so close. On the third turn, I bounced back from dozing off, and on the fourth, my eyes closed completely. I heard a loud crash, followed by an echoed rumbling—like a car turning over and over. And then I opened my eyes. In front of the car floated a woman with wings. Everything about her was graceful and airy, soft beige and light turquoise. I opened my mouth, but couldn't find my voice, and she shushed me. I looked behind her and realized I was parked in my driveway. She smiled at me, and with a flutter of her wings, she was gone.