This dog stared out the window late at night. Family passed by, laughed at him, wondering what he thought he was seeing. They turned out the lights. They all went to bed. But this dog is not tired and he does not want to stop looking.

Rumy should have been asleep long ago. But she is not and can not. She gets out of bed and finds the dog still at his window. She sits beside his bulk and rests her head against the plush ribcage of fur he breathes in and out. “They won’t let me sleep either,” she says. And they are content enough to give into their insomnia. Because it is oddly beautiful, more so than terrifying, to watch these ghosts sail in ribbons and sparks, ebbs and roots, fireworks and sways. “They’re like fish,” Rumy says and the dog does not understand a word but he knows.