Late Night Friend

I laid in bed. I couldn’t sleep. I got up and went outside. I looked up at the moon. The moon acknowledged me.

The moon said, “What’s up?”

I said, “I can’t sleep.”

The moon said, “Oh, good, then you can keep me company.”

We sang some folk songs. We played jacks. We played psychic telephone. At one point the Moon fell asleep. I didn’t wake it because I feel when someone needs to sleep you let them. The moon woke back up and we spoke in Russian. Neither of us was very good at it. But late at night, those kind of things don’t matter.