Birthday on The Moon

First Edit, Part 20

Through layers of cheese, calcium, carbon dioxide and other minerals that are too obscure or difficult to spell, Adrian's eyes opened, and then he awoke, suspended and surrounded by cheese. His hands, feet and body were stuck in place by the good. Fear descended upon him but he was too lonely to feel it. His arms, hands and fingers all reported back without pain, his legs, toes. His feet were activated as he began to wriggle with them, although he could not walk, dance or even jump, he could move slightly in a direction to eventually free himself. The cheese was warm, soft and kind, it was the variety that would swallow you whole and encase you for a thousand years for future generations of archaeologists or historians could discover you in one piece. This cheese was quite polite in that it gave you a final resting place that was comfortable and at a mild temperature. The wiggling worked and shifted the cheese to make room for his hands to join in the fun. More of it budged and glooped out the way, he could move more of his arms and legs. He remembers that he had joints and elbows that could bend - the cheese made sure that he forgot. He began a combination of swimming and dancing his way in a direction which seemed like up. The cheese didn't mint and let him through, it needed the extra space that he was occupying anyway. He jiggled his way to what looked like thinner cheese that was letting some light through. His head began to pop through to the surface and the dwindling light from the sun shone down upon him as he emerged from the darkness below. Like a new-born animal that saw the light for the first time, he had been plunged into the darkness only to return a new man.

Jiggling is way through the cheese towards the light his head popped through the surface first. He was on a slope as the cheese was cooling down, he felt the warmth as it permeated through his brown spacesuit. The rocks and craters looked at him expectantly, they may have seen this sort of natural disaster often, but humans were never involved. He pulled his arms through and out as his legs kept kicking up as though he was swimming. Each limb struggled to pull itself out of the goo. Pulling and pulling he slowly emerged from it, he risked slowly sinking back in as he put each hand or limb on the surface, it may be freshly made cheese but was still sticky and warm. Limb by limp he emerged from the cheese and stumbled to stand atop it, like a hunter over its prey or a conqueror across a battlefield. He felt warm and on top of the world; he felt unstoppable and victorious but he was covered in white, creamy cheese as it clung everywhere. It would slowly dry off as he wiped, shook it slapped it off. His boots were weighed down while his pipes, switches, buttons and valves resisted as they were clogged up. He stumbled out along the cheese and for solid ground as he cleaned himself. Behind him was the moon with its familiar features but beyond that was a long, warm cheese mound that stretched far and wide.

"Grandpa! Woody!" he began shouting. All he could do was wander around, his bearing had been totally obliterated. He shouted for them both again, so he stopped and looked around, trying to calculate and comprehend what had happened. He looked at his oxygen canister for a reading, but it gave an unclear answer. He looked down at his spacesuit; it was covered in cheese hiding across him, his helmet was the worst affected - he could not see without that. "Grandpa! Woody!" he shouted again.

A brown shape in the distance plodded and bobbled along. It stopped to inspect various shapes and gaps scattered around the moon. The white cheese wall had settled nearby and did not care for this visitor. The brown shape simple investigated near and around it, avoiding the goo with his four legs. It stopped and with it ears sticking up it began to scan the horizon. Alarm bells went off inside it as it heard a familiar sound; its tail began to wag, and it continued to bob towards the sonar abnormality it detected in the distance.

No one listened as Arian continued to wander over the rocks and near the cheese: darkness was still moving silently across the moon. He was as clean as he thought he could be, his vision was as clear as crystal now some of the cheese had been evicted. He saw something brown with fingers that protruded from the cheese, so, he started wandering to it aimlessly. His boots kicked up dust as he made his way to it trying to hold himself up and attending to his spacesuit, there was always more cheese to expel. He reached the fingers and began to dig, the cheese squelched and squeezed out the way. It did not resist as it started to drip out of his hands as he dug. Some new cheese caught onto his spacesuit as a small piled started to build up near him. A hand and sleeve started to be visible through the cheese as he dug deeper and deeper. An elbow emerged - he stopped to take in what it meant. The brown arm did not move or respond, it was quiet as the night and as welcoming as the grave, it was motionless. He was quiet and solemn, but not powerless, he continued to dig but a noise from behind interrupted him. Something squelched on the cheese - he jumped to turn to it, but here stood a small, brown four-legged animal partially covered in cheese and yet clean. It oozed with love and affection and jumped for him as they made eye contact.