The green glow of a lightsaber slashed across the screen, dazzling against the night sky. I fought to keep my eyes open as Luke faced his father, the clash of sabers echoing through the speakers, through the grass, through my bones.
The music swelled—triumphant, swelling, like light breaking through shadow. Darth Vader hurled the Emperor into the abyss, and Luke’s face softened in the glow. The crowd erupted in cheers, people whistling and clapping, the sound filling the park like fireworks.
I tried to hold onto it. Tried to keep my eyes open. But my body betrayed me, sinking heavier against the blanket. My lashes fell. The last thing I saw before sleep dragged me under was the sight of fireworks exploding across Endor’s sky, reflected in Leia’s smile.
A scream ripped me awake.
I bolt
