This is what I did watching the lunar eclipse, so I wrote about it. God I'm lame. Blargle.
“‘Mad World” would be a great song for this second.”
There was silence. The moon started being swallowed in darkness.
We clutched mugs of hot chocolate tightly, too much heat soaking into cold palms and fingertips.
“It doesn’t look real. It looks unreal.”
“It looks like a clay-mation ball. Just like, hanging in the sky on string.”
I sighed quietly, watching a cloud of breath float and disintegrate its way to the moon.
My sister snapped a few pictures. “I’m getting five bucks. Then I can pay off my phone.”
“Bitch.” I laughed, then took a long slurp of scalding cocoa.
“I can pay off my phone bill for the month with it. Be jealous.”
A pause. “It’s too cold, I’m going inside.”
She clicked another few pictures.
The door creaked tiredly, then slammed shut. I heard her boots on the stairs behind the door.
I stared up and up and up, and I felt swallowed by the entire sky that didn’t begin or end. A dark red circle outlined with pale silver along an edge.
“I wish I could dance with you!” I sang quietly, feeling small and like I was everywhere.
“I wish I could dance with you, I wish I could sing with you, I wish I could dance with you, but I can’t... So good night!”
I skipped with the empty mug to the back door humming. Later I didn’t know why I sang, I didn’t remember thinking to myself before I opened my mouth. I don’t know why I want to dance with the moon.
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