Slivers of Moon

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
My things of consciousness

Submitted: December 30, 2012

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Mia (the dog), and I were restless. The bedroom felt far too warm, the air was still, stale... as a box left over the winter in the shed...the damp cardboard collapsing slightly where the heavy tent bag had been nestling. My mind wandered to the window, (similar to a great, gnawing thirst and the relentless images of running water), a constant yearn to fling it open, remove the frame even...letting the cold air brush through my knotted hair, chilling my skin to goosebumps, icing my eyes, reinvigorating my lazy holiday soul... We, Mia and I, decided on a night adventure in the garden. Insomnia introduced me to their good friend, quiet of the dark, it has since taken my hand and lead me through the fear infested swamp of blackness, transforming dread into like.. we are now soul mates, by the way. The bottom of the stairs was illuminated by a beaming white light, rushing through the back door glass, highlighting my inadequate housework abilities as it elbowed its way onto the carpet and the piles of clothes screaming, now hoarse with their pleads, to be taken into the relevant rooms. I turned the key, always a tense moment ( I followed it with a cough, so if by chance others awake, they knew it was me)... I pulled the door back to reveal heaven. The moon, bloated and proud, stealer of breath, bearer of eerie shimmers, had spread its glimmering fingers beyond and further, manipulating each corner of comforting dark... I felt my mouth gape, the crisp air enveloping my teeth and throat, as a swollen river would a forest, weaving into every crevice, lavishing in its empowerment... I was taken. I sat on the icey, stone step, this spectacle required a seated audience, concentrated and calm... I arched my neck to allow full penetration, my eyes could not possibily miss one drop of this... I stole each movement from the quiet dance of light, my mind swayed with the enchanting rhythm, it cooed at my senses, enthralled my soul.. I stood for the encore, my legs shaking in awe, the curtain veil closed, it was over. I smiled at the sky.


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