I was called by the moon. It was so big and bright last night, so magnificent in the deep, black sky. The dense light of the North Star at the top left corner of its space kept vigil watch over the royal illumination. The moon sat there, an ominous presence, inviting me too, to sit in space and share her beauty. I felt the pull in my heart, yet I was too tired. I recoiled from the invitation with the innocence of a child believing in tomorrow.
I descended the steps to my basement abode and covered myself with the pile of blankets on my unmade bed. There I fell into sleep. The mental and physical stresses of the day had me crippled by their grip and really, the only thing I could manage at that moment was to fall between the bed sheets of the dark, cold basement bed.