Wider Skies

The moonlight glistened on the less forlorn patches of Bo's Porcelain dress. A young girl, her owner since that fateful garage sale, slept quietly just underneath the windowsill Bo stood upon.

The sky seemed so much wider, like it had those times when Woody was missing, so far away, but now it was her turn to be lost... and nobody was searching for her. They couldn't even try. It would only lead to another yard sale at best.

A wider sky meant more stars.

At the least... she wondered.

At the least... was Woody looking at the stars and thinking the same things she was?