I patted my mattress with a puff as I laid and looked above.
The sky was especially clear today.
Thanks to that, I had the chance to sleep in our attic, having a window towards the sky.
My grandfather was a scientist, or rather, a cosmologist.
No, not a cosmetologist, that's for makeup and stuff. He focused on space, and planets, and black holes.
...And a lot more which I can't remember right now.
Sometimes I think our interests may be genetically inherited or I don't know what, but it seemed I'd taken on his curiosity of space.
It seemed I wouldn't be able to sleep today, either, cause I kept imagining things with the stars, like constellations.
Oh!
A triangle!
No, that's actually quite boring...
I covered my eyes with my hand.
I should really sleep.
The fact that it's Sunday is really bothering me.
I unveiled my vision.
If I'd been a few seconds too late, I'd have missed it.
A shooting star!
It was so bright and it's trail was short but beautiful.
I needed to make a wish.
Think!
I wish... I wish I had a...
Telescope!
I really want one in my attic. It'll be so co-, helpful.
Before I knew it, it flashed white.
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Everything shook.
That night, I heard an explosion in front of our house...
I'm kidding, it's not a time skip.
Half of me wanted to get up, but half of me was inherently scared witless.
My parents would've heard that, and they'd do the panicking.
And, I mean... I'm not dead, am I?
A chill ran through my spine.
It was oddly quiet.
Too quiet; that my deep breathing could be heard to calm my previous shock.
Do I check it out?
Or, not?
What if it's dangerous?
I mean, what could a 12 year old do in such a situation...
The thought finally crossed my mind.
What if nobody else heard?
It was too quiet.
I got up and wore my slippers, trying to not make a sound, as I stepped down the dark hallways of our house.
A few meters from our doorstep was a crater the size of my dining table.
My eyes widened, and I felt as if I'd seen God, Himself.
The crater itself, was luminescent, haunting it's previous show of it's destruction.
A single box remained through all the ruins.
And that's... how I met your mother.
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