It's the middle of the night the Sun is on another continent. You know this, because the first thing you do every morning is check your phone, pleading it's not too late to sleep another fifteen minutes.
-it's not too late-
(with burning eyes you seethe at yourself for forgetting to turn the brightness down...again).
-You are fully awake-
Here you are having the energy you'd die to have when lifting pallets at work, or spending time with friends later that evening.
-Why am I so awake?-
-You begin to listen-
You don't hear any sounds that would have woken you up.
-You begin to check for sore spots-
The only spot that hurts is your elbow, but it always stings a little, ever since you tripped over your own shoe in the hallway, (which reminds you not to trip over it again, since it's never not in the hallway).
-You start thinking-
It couldn't have been Missy, because you haven't been able to find your cat the last couple days. Your roommate won't be back until tomorrow, since they're visiting their family all the way out in Wyoming.
-You turn on your side-
Staring at the wall, you noticeΒ that your eyes have almost finished adjusting to the dark.
Turning to your computer, you look for the ribbed moonlight that spills across the monitor every night, that helps ease you to sleep any restless moment.
Oddly, there isn't any moonlight.
More a story than anything else, but why isn't there any moonlight?