We were busy spotting in sky
Grandpa who now lives there,
As we kept losing coordinates.

We would go our downstairs
To drink water for the fingers
That became dumb counting.

It seems it was a holiday next
With stars sleeping in the hall.
Rooms were somewhat stuffy.

They had their arms and feet
Intertwined in the deep sleep.
One heard the snores in milk.

The milk would spill sideways.
It was so hard to keep count.
We gave up locating grandpa.