Last night, the moon soaked through my bedroom shutters, shedding urgency into my lull and requesting my audience. I had nothing else planned, so I moved into its silken message. It clothed me with illumination and walked with me, telling me a story with no words.
I closed my eyes.
No sun. No moon. Just light, shrouding a quiet truth.
No day. No night. Only whispers of existence.
I opened my eyes; a shadow of a zooming star reminded me.
I returned to bed and slept.