I always make the same wish. 11:11, an eyelash, a birthday cake, a shooting star, it’s always been the same. My dreams follow that wish…they’re always longing for the same thing. Every time I think about making a different wish I say “this could the wish that comes true”, and then I quickly retreat back to my usual wish. “Silly girl, it will never come true for you again”, they say. So, today at 11:11 I won’t order my usual wish, and i’ll wish I had, but maybe it’s better this way.
