caddy got the box and set it on the floor and opened it. it was full of stars.
when i was still - they were still.
when i moved - they glinted and sparkled. i hushed.
her: but i love that part… the box of stars… it’s such a good metaphor for caddy.
him: yeah… bright and burning…
her: but… she’s closed off. in this dark, claustrophobic place.
him: …but she’s lighting up everybody around her.4 years ago