Short Stories made from Long Breaths

Sunlight from the Moon

"Have you ever felt like you could touch the moon? It's, like, right there. I could practically jump to it. It's so close.

"I'd love to see space. If I had to die anywhere, it would probably be space. Quick, relatively painless, and may or may not have a chance of creating some sort of unique creature somewhere else in this broad expanse."

"It seems so nice." She holds her hand up to the sky, and flexes her fingers. She breathes in the night air, and leans back on her friends, a group of sheep she was set to watching. They shift slightly, and she sighs contentedly. She feels like even now, she can feel the sunlight reflecting off the moon, and everything is so clear and bright. She loves it. She loves this. This is how she wishes she could spend her life forever.

And it's then that she realizes she can.