Clyde Bruckman's Final Repose

"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.