Right

I woke to the sounds of yelling and shouting coming from the night sky.

I stuck my head out the window to find the Sun and the Moon having a vicious argument.

The Sun was accusing the Moon of stealing its light at night and claiming to be the source of all Light. The Moon was saying that the Sun muscles its way into everything and refuses to share the space.

I yelled at them to stop. The Sun and the Moon were silent.

I said being right comes at a cost worth more than the product itself.

The Sun and Moon said I was right.

I said goodnight and went back inside.

My dog Rexy looked up from her doggie bed and asked, “How does it feel to be right?”

I said, “Better than life itself.”