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Jack had been trying to lease the sky for some time now, without success. Nonetheless, he had to keep trying. It was his only asset, and he needed money bad.

Jack had owned the sky all his life. Well, most of it, at least. Other people thought it was unusual, but to Jack it was just one of those things.

When he was a toddler, his dad had lifted Jack's sleepy body from the car one night. He paused, halfway to the house. "Jackie?", he said, "See those stars? Those are yours." 

 @fb2b7c61 I want to check out all the books in your mind-library! (Are mind-libraries a thing? Really hoping they are a thing.) 

 @b99e1048 
In a similar way, I gave my son the moon when he was a toddler. I don't think he remembers. I hope not. I might need it in my old age.

Regarding head-libraries, I often have dreams about exploring giant libraries or bookstores and finding armloads of WONDERFUL books! Maybe this is from one of them. 

 @fb2b7c61 Lovely! I also have a dream-library, though by some trick of nostalgia, mine is often a bookmobile, which is a thing I loved as a young girl in Fargo. 

Your gift to your son reminds me of a poem about a nightlight I used to live in when my daughter was young, from the book Household Tales of Moon and Water by Nancy Willard, which ends, "It is time to turn on the moon./It is time to live by a different light." (Someone has the full poem posted here: https://tinyurl.com/bdzfmtu6 ) 

 @b99e1048 
Thanks! That's beautiful!