"Luna" by Samantha I. Hosea

As she let the door fall behind her, a beam of brightness caught her eye. It was the moon, hanging over the sight of the earth so silently. A yellow, round circle, able to see everything the world serves as a scenery for, with a color that seemed so strange, that it could hardly be of this reality. She approached the window, pushed her face to it so she could be as close to the round brightness as possible, and breathed with an inexplicable kind of excitement to the window, leaving a print of her face, existing of condensed particles onto the cold window. She felt this was an intense moment and wondered if something will happen. It was the perfect scene for something to happen, though she didn’t know what. Observing the absolute darkness over the city, with that one ball of light disturbing it, blazing, as if it were hostile, so present it almost scared her, she waited for something to happen. This moon had a different feeling from the one she always had when thinking of it. The moon for her always was this friendly, pale, yet bright, appearance that will always be there when you need it. But this one was different, fierce in its brightness, deliberately alone, with not a single star accompanying it. So different, something just had to happen.

But nothing did.

Well, except for this little writing.