Stella woke.
Daniel had begun sleeping through the night; she hadn’t. Her body was still certain he would want to be fed at three in the morning. Her breasts stretched with milk, heavy in their pull from her ribs. She slipped from her parents’ guest bed without waking Jon, padding to the living room to peer into the travel crib. Daniel’s chest moved steadily in the dim light from the window.
Dim, but oddly bright. The moon hung low in the east, dark side clear. Stella slid open the patio door for a better look. It seemed to her that when she was a child, the dark side of the moon had been as black as the sky behind it. Now it stood out chocolate against the blue-black night. She wondered if Earth’s unnatural lights had finally grown so strong they lit even those distant stones said to be dark as asphalt. She wondered if Daniel might someday walk there as she had once dreamed of doing. Continue Reading
