i dodge meteors

the field behind Christ Chapel is awesome for laying under the stars.
you get a nice breeze, soft grass, and an expanse of sky unhindered by oddly constructed buildings. there's even an occasional tree or two scattered about. the pollution and city lights all combine to give the sky a hazy purple hue. not natural...but almost pretty in its own way. tonight the moon had the faint glow of a dying flashlight through a navy blue sleeping bag. the soft grass tickled my neck and reminded me of the poem i wrote about grass once (not that kind of grass). it's truly amazing stuff (the grass). there was one really bright star/satellite/speck that seemed to be unfazed by the thick layer of city-sky. it was so clear that i sat up and peered at it from a different angle, which of course accomplished nothing.
i could just see a huge meteor hurtling straight towards me, its mass glowing white-hot as it barreled through the atmosphere. of course i would stand to my feet, chin defiantly in air, eyes locked in a fearsome duel with the descending intruder. in an instant i would guage the exact velocity, acceleration, composition, and trajectory of the meteor. at the precise moment it impacts the field (yes the very same lovely star-gazing field), i would snap into action, dodging small boulders, dirt clods and melted meteor pieces as the ground explodes around me. of course the only wound i would receive would be a shallow cut across my upper lip which would look horrible but not hurt much. it would scar marvelously, enabling me to sneer rakishly.

okay. i'll admit it. i made the last bit up. if you couldn't tell by my usage of the phrase "i would".