Chapter 2

“Do you ever think it’s trying to talk to us? As though it’s talking in light waves?” I asked, looking over to my elder brother as we were watching the moon, since it was the only thing that I did that he was fine with doing with me.

“I think it’s talking to you.” He told me, and placed an arm around my shoulders, “It’s asking for your devotion, because it wants to take you there when your time is ready.” I leaned into him a little, wondering if there was any truth in that statement. He would always say things to either make you feel better or to make you look stupid, which sometimes often ended being both.

That conversation actually happened a number of times, the wording slightly different each time. I would be called stupid, or be told that the moon will make me grow wings, or that I’m actually a werewolf so I’m just talking to the moon all the time, especially when it’s a full moon. Sometimes it was almost as though I waited for the moon to be full, each month.

The moon was how the days had been told, its waning and waxing showing the difference from day to day, and the new month would be called as the moon was new again. It changed every day, but it was always much more beautiful than the sun, who’s rays were too bright that they would burn the pupils and iris at a mere glimpse. The moon you could gaze at forever, if it didn’t leave at the end of the night. The rare days when the moon came out early, showing it’s beauty compared to the sun, were days I couldn’t help myself but sit in the light, watching that funny moon.

“What if there are different moons, and we only see one of them at a time?” I asked my brother.

“There are different moons.” He stated, “Most planets have their own. I even have my own.”

“You have a moon?” I asked, for him to stand up in front of me, then pull his pants down enough for me to see his bare bosom in my face. “None of those moons!” I cried out, and slapped at his hip to get him to move away, and hopefully put his pants back in their rightful spot. He first brought his pants up, to hide the moon he had (thankfully) before he returned to his spot in the grass.

“Don’t ask such silly questions.” He sighed, and rubbed at my hair.

“They aren’t silly questions.” I complained, and swatted away his hand.

“Could have fooled me.” He laughed, and we continued looking at the sky, some of the stars playing around as one would sometimes twinkle a little brighter for a moment. “Maybe you need to become an astronaut, so you can find all the answers to your questions about the moon .”

“Maybe I should.” I sighed, “But I like studying astronomy.”

“What are you going to do with astronomy?” He asked.

“I’m going to find more moons.” I cried out, and he pushed me over.

We were eventually called in for dinner, before we had to go to bed soon after. “Maybe I can find some way to the moon.” I wondered by myself as I gazed out of the window, before I clenched my hand and decided that I will determine myself to find a way to the moon, with or without becoming an astronaut. Becoming an astronaut would probably be the most logical means of getting to the moon though. At the very least though, I could always visit in my dreams.