Tonight, it seems like the moon is awake. Alive, and inviting her.
She was lifted from her bed in a slow motion as her blanket cling to her body; like when you’re underwater, you let the slow current drift you away. Or like when you’re in a space shuttle and the gravity finally let go. As reality slowly dawned on her conscious mind, she smiled the biggest smile.
It felt like when you finally see someone you love after a very long time; or like when your dream is finally right there, right in front of you with arms wide open.
She pushed herself from her bed, lightly thread in the air to pick up her white shawl, and dashed outside through her window.
The cool evening breeze lightly brushed her body as she spun herself in the air. She held her shawl in one hand, she raised the other into the air and let the breeze carry her higher.
“Wow," she whispered to herself as she took it all in.
She hovered in the air, fifty feet above the ground; the forest lay before her and her house resting below her. The moon shines brighter to let her see the beauty of the night… to let her see what lies in the dark.
As she slowly spun around and stared into the never ending horizon of earth and space, she couldn’t help but cry.
The cool breeze plays with her shawl as comfort.
“Thank you,” she cried to the moon. “This is very beautiful.”
From afar, she looks like a ghost; floating very still up high in the air, but a beautiful one. And one might say she’s an angel, watching over the earth as it slumbers through the night. You see, not everything in the dark is scary.
It’s been a long, long time
Since I’ve memorized your face
She rose higher and reached out to the moon.
It’s been four hours now
Since I wandered through your place.
Her shawl fell from her shoulders and slowly drifted down from her body.
And when I sleep on your couch
I feel very safe
The moonlit night slightly dimmed as the clouds gently embraced the sky. The soft evening breeze held her arms and lightly dances her through the dark.
And when you bring the blankets
I cover up my face
The shawl gently rested on a tree branch outside her window as she and the night drifted in the air.
“I do love you…”
She heard a whisper in her ear as the gentle evening breeze brushed her hair from her face.
“I do love you,” she echoed the same words as they danced through the night.
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The Night
Short StoryDon't you love it? When you leave the window open And the cold evening breeze come in to visit As you sleep under the moonlight And as the stars shine down on you A short story about a girl and her deep love for the nights. Did the night respond? Ye...
