The moon

The worst part about Friday is that, even though I knew that was not going to happen again, I still hoped. When I walked home, I couldn't keep from thinking about that. And I couldn't stop the gloom that engulfed me as realized I didn't know how long I would have to wait before I saw her again.

Then, I seemed please about our situation. I felt guilty for leaving her, but she'd spent so much time building her relationship to break it now. Of course she was smart enough to know what to do, and what to not to do to archive her destination, probably. I wondered if she would agreed with me or not.

I meant to sleep in, but an unusual brightness woke me. I opened my eyes to see a clear yellow light streaming through the window. I looked out, and there was the moon. It was not a full moon, but it was definitely the moon. Clouds ringed the horizon, but the large patch of blue was visible in the middle. I lingered by the window as long as I could, afraid that if I left the blue would disappear again.

There was a brisk wind coming from the window, cool and fresh. The clouds still circled the sky, threatening to invade at any moment, but for now the moon shone bravely in its halo of blue sky.