365 Creative Writing Prompts: The Stars

I was looking at the stars when I died. The snow was soft underneath me. I didn't feel cold or wet; I only felt...astronomical. For as long as I had breath, as long as my heart pumped blood, I kept my eyes open and trained on those glittering freckles in the sky. There was Orion, the wintry hunter. The North Star, guide of the sailors. The Dippers, endlessly pouring celestial water onto the earth. And below them all, a dying girl who kept discovering new stars only to have them melt on her face.