The new moon squeezed the light from the night sky. From a murky twilight, individual stars blinked into view. Patterns emerge from a purple black sky. Minutes transform them into larger than life pictures. Across the sky, the edge of the Milky Way glows. It’s soft reassuring little, the cosmic nightlight man has always known.
Small stars begin to dance. A gentle breeze swirls from the desert floor. Xavier stands on bluff. The universe splits the sky. The objects swing across the sky in prefect formation. They sense him. Her stares toward the sky. He feels them. He wants to run. He can’t. He is beginning to realize he never could.
His body rises above the ground. Back arched, arms extended outward set like soaring wings. His feet flex trying to feel the ground. His fixed eyes don’t see the blue light that bathes him. Through the light comes the grey man. Behind him two more shadows come into view.
The grey man touches his chest. He turns like a knob on a stove. A vibration slowly forms around him. A chest expanding and falling is the only movement. Colors flash under his skin. From the point of contact down the legs and across the arms the sparks race outward. A faint smell of electricity wafts above the bluff.
Xavier shakes. The cold of the night brings him to. The sky has shifted. As if crawling into their beds the stars fade. A warm glow stretches for the horizon.
How many times has this happened?