We were laying down in the truck bed in a last ditch attempt to keep the chill coastal night air at bay. The fire we had built up on the beach was long gone, and we were more than a few beers to the wind. In silence we just stared up at the sky as the truck wound it's way back towards A.P.'s cabin (which was actually his parent's but he had the good sense to steal the keys and make copies). The sky blazed with millions of stars, the absence of city lights allowing them to manifest themselves as though they only existed for us.
In our semi-isolated state all we could see were those stars. The sky twisting and turning as though it had a life of it's own. Later in the evening would be boisterous laughing, more drinking, and juvenile pranks played on the first unfortunate soul to pass out, but for that one moment there was nothing to do but gaze upward with silent awe. The quiet was breached only once when A.P. lazily stirred for a moment before saying, "I think I'm having a flashback. I totally feel like I'm dosing right now".
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