Early Light

Lying in the dark with my eyes wide-open, I cannot sleep. It's too early on Saturday morning. There's no need to wake up. It's dark outside. Why can I not sleep?

I turn over.

Lying on my side with my eyes wide-open, I see a puddle of light beside the bed.

The moon -- the light of the moon coming thru the window. The thought of it is comforting.

I hold my arm out so that the light might fall on my hand, but it doesn't. I move my arm around, trying to find the moonbeam, but I don't.

Somewhere up there in the sky, the moon has just recently made its transit past Spica. Somewhere up in the sky. Probably over the horizon by now. Certainly not shining thru my window pane.

The puddle of light? It's the telephone that sits on the floor. And there's nothing particularly comforting about that.

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