And I will imagine you glowing. Late at night, when no one is around. Well, maybe a moth and a spider. I imagine you wake up at a certain part of the night and your room is too bright, and you notice this strange light inside the sheets and then you realize that you’re glowing. And you get up very slowly, momentarily afraid and then shielded by wonder. And you touch your skin and it feels the same but it’s giving off this feathery lumin. The moth and the spider awaken and gaze upon you with silent eyes. I imagine that you might hear a voice. And it might be your voice, and it might not. You are not really sure, but it knows old secrets. I imagine that the voice leads you to the window, and that outside, it is night, and the moonlight plays upon a garden. I imagine that there are silver monarchs that glow in different colors as they tend huge sunflowers. And perhaps a raccoon, set like a living lamp among the trunks of trees, who looks at you with a question in her eye. I imagine you glowing.