I lay alone, broken open to the chill of the night. I lay on the Molasses Tank. I watch the cloudless night sky. Gazing at the bleeding expanse of stars. Enclosed on all sides by the earth that received my body. My soul entered the night. Relaxing... calm... gentle... sweetly sensing the silence of stars, staring in suspense from far above. A slight breeze bellows through me as I exhale subtly. The song washes through my thoughts, 'Twinkle, Twinkle little star.' I sigh and smile with a joyful expression. The wind whispers through my fragile ears. A cold shiver wriggles up my spine as I sit up on the warming tank.
Dad and I arrive home at the darkest of night, the moon glowing bright. As soon as we come inside our bodies are immediately comforted with the desirable reassurance that the warmth brings. We hear the creeping and sneaking of minature creatures in the home paddock and gardens. I snuggle into bed with the thick duvet and blanket covering my stiff shoulders. I rest my cool head on my fluffed pillow. After a few moments Dad comes and kisses me goodnight. "Sweet dreams Dad."