The world is black. Or is it? I look again. The world is incredibly dark, not black. Shades of the darkest grey appear out of the blackness and outline my bedroom window. Through the open curtains I can see a mid-dark grey shade. I blink again and the shades of grey separate some more. In the shades of grey, the shapes of a hillside and houses become vague instead of indistinct. I blink once more before giving in to the intoxicating allure of sleep.
Stars!
I sigh and let my consciousness drift away
The universe is infinitely greater than any problems I can imagine I have...