Conditional Reality

We plucked stars from the sky like they were berries on a bush. Eventually the sky was bare except for the moon and some planets. We stored the stars in the freezer and took them out when we needed them for muffins. We invited friends over for our star muffins. Our guests talked about how weird it was that the sky was so dark now. We murmured agreement then served the muffins. After the first bite, with the stars melting in their mouths, our guests didn’t talk about the sky anymore. Suddenly the sky could get by on its own.