Lying down and facing the very vast night sky. The silence is deafening and you have a million twinkling stars staring back at you ... mocking you. You slowly raise your palm and spread it wide open like a net and then ball the fingers into a fist ... a futile attempt to grasp as many stars as possible. We're told, with each star, you're granted one wish ... the big ones give you bigger wishes ... the smaller ones ... smaller wishes.
Right now, all I need is just one wish.