I wake when a dark and inky blanket is thrown across the sky
Blacking out the sun and welcoming the nocturnal
I rub my eyes and stars explode behind my eyelids
Just as the stars of the night begin to burn in that void
Multiplying, one by one, scattered like freckles on one’s face
I then rise from the bed uneasy on my feet
The wood groaning under my weight, telling the world I have risen
I spin in place, mimicking the planet’s dance around the sun, as I make my way to the dresser
“A night so fine deserves only the best,” I murmur
In the next moment I throw open the front door and welcome the gust of wind that blows in
Let it toss my hair over my shoulders as the light of the moon paints my skin
As the creatures of the night cower at my presence; their bright eyes blown wide and alarmed
I step out onto the lush grass and let it cool my feet, step out and smile up at the sky
I let the moon and her stars guide my dance, moving ever so slowly as I hum in the back of my throat
Swaying one way then the next as the birds and deer become a little more bold and soon surround me
“An audience with the moon,” they chant. “An audience with the moon”