The Moon is Scared
Some nights, I awake in a flash sweat, gasping for air after terrible nightmares. The only thing there to greet me being the darkness and moonlight. My heart pounds restlessly for a few minutes, before returning to its somber beat. I return to laying down, but I keep my eyes open.
The moonlight fades from my room, so I look up and out the window. Why does the moon hide behind those clouds? Did I scare it, or did someone or something else possibly spook the fragile beast? Its funny how the clouds are so white in the day, but at night, they act as a cloak for the moon’s rays of light.
Sometimes I wish the moon wouldn’t be so scared. The moonlight can be so magical, much like that of a cherry blossom. Its beauty only lasts so long, and when its gone, it will never return in the same fashion.