We drove for hours, under the watchful eye of the moon.
I was silent on the back seat, knees under my chin, staring at the glaring white circle.
Calmed and comforted by the wakefulness of the world around me,
I pressed my face against the cold glass of the window;
straining to see into dimly lit living rooms,
peering up at darkened bedrooms,
desperate to catch a glimpse of another nocturnal creature
before the car whisked me away.
Then suddenly, still stalked by the waning moon,
we arrived at our destination
too soon.
About the Creator
Megan Whiting
I am a freelance copywriter and proofreader from Suffolk, UK.
I also host a blog (www.silverstarfish.blog) where I post about mental health, diet and exercise, brilliant books I've read and several other topics.
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