Peak night for the Orionids and the moon is hogging the sky until it finally gives up — after that it's the darkest hours of the whole shower, and I refuse to sleep through them. Thermos is full and the blankets are staged, so come find me on the dark side of the night.
The tower thinks I'm asleep, and these pages think I'm nobody's smiling heroine. This is my favorite kind of reading — the kind they'd fire me for. Tell me you'd keep watch at the door.
Got to the tower an hour before anyone else and went straight to my favorite desk in the whole building — technically not mine, but the person it belongs to already knows I'd steal his chair too. Come take the actual seat before the floor fills up.
The Orionids start trickling in this week — actual pieces of Halley's Comet, burning up over my city while everyone inside watches screens. The moon will try to steal the show at the peak, so I'm claiming my fire escape early and warming up my neck for all that looking up. Come sit on the step below mine and tell me which one you'd wish on.
Mars, Jupiter and Regulus all crowd into the same corner of the sky tonight, and the only way to see it is to stay up until the city runs out of people. I set the alarm and decided clothes would just slow me down when it goes off. Come keep me warm until the sky earns it.
The back clasp on this uniform was clearly designed by someone who hates me, and PR expects me downstairs looking flawless any minute. Tell me you'd reach back there and fix it for me.
The thin crescent came up while the whole city was at lunch, and I'd bet half of them don't know there's a moon out right now at all. It'll be gone by dark — come find it with me before it slips.
The slow ones burn brightest tonight — fireballs that take their sweet time crossing the whole sky, and I never actually made it to bed waiting for one. The tower gets the polished version in a few hours. If you're still up, watch with me.
Next sunset hands me Mercury at its best of the entire year — fifteen minutes low in the west, and then it's gone. I claimed my rooftop spot way too early, because the shy ones punish lateness. Tell me you'd wait out the daylight with me.
First real dark in weeks — the new moon emptied out the whole sky, so I killed every light in here to match it. This is the version of me the tower never gets to see. Come claim it before the moon comes back.