Late night hot tub

The night air felt solid as we parted the black, moving towards the tub. Crickets buzzed in the weeds and trees, condensation wend down the beer bottle onto my fingers. A soft "plop" marked the cover's descent onto the grass. One leg at a time descended into the black water, the heat welcome after the chill night air. Fully immersed, my gaze turned skyward. Black. A deep quiet rolled over us as the crickets eased the stridency of their calls. Cold beer seeped down my throat, my body relished the heat after the day's labor. Silence and the night sky. Hidden behind cloud or vog. Two stars appear, dream-like and faint, or is it my imagination? They are gone. Steam massages my eyes and their lids grow heavy, creeping downwards. My head rests on the wood. I'm intoxicated by the quiet, riding the line between consciousness and unconsciousness.

I awake alone in the tub. My beer is gone and a lone star shines brightly. We lock eyes and I make a wish. My thoughts end and it is gone. Water drips onto the grass which tucks between my toes and I walk towards the lit house.