Goodnight, Moon.

When I turned off the light so that I might close my eyes, a moonbeam shone across my face.

The moon had never been so bright. We sat in the backyard in the dead of night, and yet I could see the wrinkles in his forehead and the knowing smile on his face. It was the first time I had seen a night sky undisturbed by city fog.

I shifted around in my bed and watched the moonbeams dance across my sheets.