I dreamed the sky was a dome I could fix

Last night I'm standing on my roof with a roll of duct tape and a ladder, patching pinprick holes in the dark because the stars are leaking through too fast and I'm afraid we'll run out. Below, the city's keeping its own lights on like nothing's wrong. I woke up with my hands cold, still convinced for a second that if I'd just sealed the leak over Orion, dawn would've waited.