Backwards Question Mark

I told them, my back against the wooden dock, staring, eyes wide in the lack of light. If aliens came for me, I told them, I would pick up and gladly go tonight. Above us was that vast inviting sky. Around us, the sweatshirt-and-flip-flops of late spring, we searched for constellations. High above us we found Leo. How I love the idea of escaping there. I stopped and asked do you ever flip the universe in your head? We are not lying on top of earth but hanging off the bottom. Curse gravity for not letting me embark into the crystal backwards question mark.