The pillow felt heavy as he opened his eyes. The sun was setting and the crowd outside had stopped talking. His wife stood leaning over the balcony. The man slowly stood from the bed and walked to her. The woman did not turn around, but she felt him approach.
"Stop right there," she said to her husband.
"What are you doing dear?" he asked. The woman then turned around slightly, crying. She pointed at the sky and said melancholically, "I just, I just want to be a star in the sky."
"But you are the universe to me already," he replied and walked to her.
The woman remained silent. She reached into her pocket and took out a small yellow star and said to her husband, "If I am your universe. Then you are my star."
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