The Night


A peer out my window shows clearly that night has fallen.

A group of faintly lit points in the sky are shining.

The moon illuminates the water stretching endlessly to the west.

I sit in my bed thinking about life on the other side of the globe.

Where there is day while here there is only night.

A coyote howls for its friends outside my window.

Goosebumps go down my spine.

I roll over and close my eyes and slowly drift into sleep, Hoping to be greeted by the day.

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