The late night visitor

I was woken by a tapping at my bedroom window. I sat up in bed and opened the window.

I said, “Who’s there?”

A voice said, “It’s me.”

I asked who that was.

The voice said, “Brooks, it’s me, the Moon!”

I took off my sleep mask and was met by the bright and shiny planetary visage. It was like the brilliant flash of a camera and for a few moments I couldn’t see anything and I fell out of bed.

The Moon laughed but I didn’t think it was funny.