You raise your head.
A red balloon
releases its hands.
A red balloon against the white sky.
It chuckles.
Rubber skin vibrates against the layer of gas.
The red balloon against the cobalt sky.
It spins.
Dancing with the downward blue.
The red balloon against the dark sky.
It whistles. Oxygen brushes its sheer skin.

“Where are you going.”
You ask.
It blushes.
“I am going to hug the stars.”
Then the gravity releases its hands.

The red balloon. A hug.
You hear a laughter.
A star tears open the dark sky.