Moonstruck

A Story by Entranced

Oh, My! How close the far can get sometimes! The distance between the earth and the moon. The distance between the moon and me. The full moon! My full moon. I gazed at it from the window and it glared back at me searchingly, as if it was suspecting me in giving away its secret. Would I do it? I suddenly remembered that starry night of the fall many, many years ago. Night when the moon jumped in my bed, taking the most of the space, reached out a hand to me and whispered loudly: Come, sleep with me. I will make your bed warm and cozy. The moon seemed easeful, warm and trustworthy that day, as it gets rarely. Maybe, it is the warm orange glow it had that day that put me at the immediate ease. I have not asked for the moon that night I thought to myself and jumped right into the bed. After all, most people want to reach to the moon and here I am, having the moon asking me permission to sleep in my bed, or so I thought.

Oh, so warm and cozy was my bed, instead of the cold as I was expecting it to be. The moon immediately started to whisper to my ear: do you know what I love most about you? No, I shrugged. You are so deliciously empty, a void, nothing to add up, and nothing to amplify. I could simply rest next to you, no questions asked, no requests made.

Do you think I will be able to sleep having you in my bed I asked? The moon replied with a warm, fuzzy, glowy smile that reached the core of my heart and giggled: you can rest with eyes half shut while I embrace your skin and warm up your heart. I felt warm streams of orange glowing; vibrant waves slowly fusing into my body making me flush and glow at the same time. I simply surrendered to the radiant heat that was being transferred from the moon to my body. I felt so blissfully paralyzed to the point of reaching thermal equilibrium. Feeling one with the moon, one with the heat, one with the glow. A sensation of physical warmth and tranquility.

Oh my moonstruck madness! I whispered to the moon: only you can give me such warm, fuzzy feeling, without burning flame, without desire, leaving me free floating and captivated at the same time. I feel so sweetly exhausted when in your embrace. I feel enchanted, mesmerized by you; I give myself to you, I seek captivity by you and you take me, fulfill me and release me only to seek more. You are glowing like a fire but do not burn, I am reaching the melting point and then I stay there temperate, warmish, flushed. You are so cool and warm at the same time. I wish to remain in this feeling forever.

You know what we have common? I asked the moon and answered without waiting the response. We both steal some light from the sun, I whispered secretly. Well, the moon whispered back even more secretly: The sun also steals the light, from the source.

It surely does, I replied agreeably and completely spaced out.

© 2015 Entranced

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Kelsey Schadt

What a fantastically whimsical piece of writing--I very much enjoyed it. The first several sentences were so poetic. I do think that formatting your dialogue could improve this piece. Also I feel like your last sentence could be improved,. " I replied agreeably and completely spaced out," seems like to abrupt and convenience an ending. it doesn't match up with the tone set throughout this piece. I truly loved this piece of writing--so creative and different from most other pieces I've read.

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Coyote Poetry

A amazing story.
"You know what we have in common? I asked the moon and answered without waiting for the response. We both steal some light from the sun, I whispered secretly. Well, the moon whispered back even more secretly: The sun also steals the light, from the source"
I like the conversation and the above lines were my favorite. You create vision and thoughts for the reader. The purpose of the writer. Thank you for sharing the story.
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