"Hey dude, did you . . . see that?"
I am half asleep, idling in my thoughts of self-redemption, when the man next to me utters these words. I open my eyes to find this curious individual staring out his window and into the sky.
"Did you see it?" he repeats. Seeing as I am the only other passenger on this bus, I assume his question is meant for my ears.
"Uh, no. What is it?"
"The sky is filled with pearls."
I am awake now, trying to shuffle off the layers of sleep my mind so desperately craves. Pushing him aside, I take a look outside the window.