Would you read a book based on this excerpt? 🤔 In the waking world, I’m no one of consequence…but in my dreams, I'm the director, the creator, the author of each scene. I’m everything and everyone, except for him—the boy made of stardust. ✨ He always finds me when I drift off. Constellations replace his skin and those eyes burn brighter than any sun. We’ve never spoken words, at least none that the other understands. But somehow it always feels like his name is just on the tip of my tongue🌙