A Night In The Middle Of A Night

you are allowed to bring two items with you and then you’ll leave forever we’ll be back, that’s all they said before they left night was underway, things were always underway nothing seemed to start or end every time was in the middle but this night was pretty when I found myself already there looking up at a lightshow sky the outside, my only companion when movement emerged between the points of far off pinpricks and patterns then colour began and shapes shorty after as the swirls and spirals drew closer I don’t know exactly when the blackness changed fully to tessellates of neon-like blocks but amidst my threatening tremble one landed too closely it was all a bit too beautiful and mouth-dropping even after all this time, a part of me is expecting them to return as promised even though I’m awake now but so vivid was that night I often wonder what two items I should choose just in case