The dolphin fell from my roof yesterday. A glow-in-the-dark, flat dolphin stuck with magic tape. It glows rather faintly at night. I suppose it's been stuck there for a long time.
This dolphin is my moon. In the utter darkness of the night in our room in this boarding house, it glows a faint, lonely, gentle green. Along with seven stars: 2 big, 5 small. I sleep on the upper deck; they are stuck together within my arm's reach.
I remember the dolphin was on the floor yesterday morning. It was on the cabinet yesternight. But now it's gpne.
It's a little more boring now. And a little bit darker too. Only seven stars to light my night ceiling. No moon, no dolphin.
It's a little more sad, actually. Maybe I should sleep now.
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