For your enjoyment, I've come full circle.

The stars I stare at have been there since I was 9. Or 10. Either one.

The stars haven't moved.

They fade as time goes, and light up again when I can't sleep. They've always made the same patterns.

They haven't faded.

Not a bit.

They are bright for a few seconds and disappear, fade into the night. They decide when it's really time for bed.