She's supposed to be waking to the sound of an alarm marking midnight. Instead, she's lazily muting it as she tears her eyes away from the bright-white, nearly-full Moon. She'd tried to fall asleep, she'd really tried. But when sleep didn't come, she gave in to the restlessness and focused her attention on the Moon. The intense spotlight wrapped around her like a sleeping bag. A cocoon of peaceful wonder.
Does she see me, thought Taylor, is she aware I'm staring at her? Like she is me? Does she ever feel lonely, up there, despite the stars around her? Like me. Is she wondering if we're the same? Like me.
The Moon brings her comfort. They can stare at each other in silence and somehow understand the other completely. They're both lonely.
She is me.
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An Enchanted Night
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