I was used to the light, but still it felt blinding.

Most times, I close my eyes and try to remember what it was like when darkness covered the sky and only the faint light of the moon showed.

But it began to get harder to remember the way the darkness rattled my bones sending a shiver through my whole body and the way the softness of the moon light touched my face. The moon shined its light, but it was a light unlike the sun’s. The sun was bright and intense, it filled the whole sky and screamed power. The moon, was soft and gentle, it’s light shined only a small path which barley light up the sky.

The sun’s harsh rays hit my skin the second I stepped outside from my small blue house which lie still at the top of a small hill.

Five years ago, the sun and moon stopped orbiting. Why? Scientist have been reaching and testing their craziest theories for years but still haven’t a clue why.

I walked along a wide dirt path that lead from my backyard all the way to a tiny creek. The creek water hit a stack of rocks that layed at the bottom with a small slash.

On hot days like this, I like to go down to the creek and read whatever book it is that I’ve begun—today was _Frankenstein_—as a tool small breaks to drift off into a new dream about the moon. Maybe one day, I’ll see it again.