Only the wealthiest people could afford to move to the moon. When she was a little girl, she used to climb up into her tree house, using the extra step her brother hammered into the trunk, and hoist herself onto the roof to stare at the night sky and pretend what it would be like to live up there. She would assign names to only the brightest stars, and pick out different spots on the moon’s surface that looked closest to her Theodore or her Sebastian, that way she would be able to tell them about her day whenever she pleased.
The leaves always changed quicker than she remembered the previous year. Autumn was her favorite season, because it seemed like everything slowed down and became quiet. At night when she would look up to try and find her stars, she would hold her breath and listen to the quiet. After a while, she always imagined she could hear the people up there. Children laughing with delight at new discoveries and lovers singing to one another, inspired by the beauty of the moon’s grandeur. She would listen to them for hours and often believed she was up there with them, until she would open her eyes and realize she was standing alone with only fallen leaves to accompany her in the silence.
As she grew up, and her hair became tamer and her freckles disappeared under makeup, she would watch the news and see yet another wealthy family had moved into the sky. Images would scroll across the television screen of the homes being built, where you could have anything you’ve ever dreamed of on Earth, but in the peace of cosmic nothingness. Her dad always chuckled and joked about winning the lottery that week so they could afford a moon home of their own. She knew it was a joke, but, nonetheless, a twinge of hope always squeezed her belly when he said it. Crazier things have happened, she thought. People live on the moon. Crazier things have happened.
When she got to college, she had all but forgotten her lunar dreams. They crept up if she wasn’t vigilant, but she disciplined herself to think of here and now and not the above world she would never know. Her mind was filled with organic chemistry and anthropology, and visits to see her family once the snow began to fall.
The moment she saw him, her discipline wavered.
Like when she was younger and she was imagining life beyond Earth, she closed her eyes and imagined what life would be like with him; the way his hair fell across his eyes when he laughed, and what his touch felt like grazing her back in a crowd. She imagined introducing herself to him. She imagined him smiling and she felt that familiar, hopeful twinge inside her. She imagined when they kissed, she would feel her body floating away, almost as if she was floating with the stars; her old friends that had filled her with a longing she thought never would be sated. She imagined years succumbing to love and dreams, but she never longed to live on the moon because she had her own moon beneath the sky. She imagined for an anniversary, him dropping to his knee in a cavalier gesture and taking an envelope from his pocket. She didn’t need to take it from his hand to know what was inside, for her heart was singing with the promise of her lunar dreams becoming a reality. Her happiness was so great, she felt as if she may burst into a million little pieces that would eventually float up into the endless dark she so wished to be apart of.
She opened her eyes and realized he was gone. He had long since passed by, as she stood alone, eyes closed, enamored in her dreams that were still only dreams. She continued walking down the sidewalk, absentmindedly noticing the lightly scattered leaves. A lonely thought crept to her mind: He was just another moon she would never have.
THIS HORRIBLE PERSON stole our 10 month old French Bulldog, Chloe, last night from my work! I let her pet Chloe and she picked her up and ran out the door into a black car with no license plates and drove away. This was very obviously a planned robbery. Luckily for us, we have surveillance cameras. If any of my followers in Vancouver know of this young woman or have seen our precious Chloe, PLEAAAASE contact either @kyleboosh or myself AND/OR the Vancouver Police Department at 604-717-3321. We are so heartbroken and just want her back home safely! THANK-YOU!!!
Anonymous asked: Name three things you love about your life, and three things you hate about your life.
Three things I love about my life: my animals (boyfriend included), laissez-faire attitude, and my imagination
Three things I hate: never enough money for as much traveling as I would like to do, never enough time for all the naps I’d like to take, and never enough cheese in the world :/