My Flooded Sky

Have you ever noticed the fullness of the sky? What if the sky had been invaded. At night it is attacked by the incoming batch of stars ready to overttake it. This happens every night while the sky stays silent. No word comes out, noiseless. Every night at 11, I lay down my ivory stained beach towel and hug my legs and count. I never make it to infinity. Sleep succombs me each time and I awake to an empty sky and a shining sun.