Moon People

Margot sat in her bedroom nook by the window. The digital clock on her bedside table flashed “11:59pm”. 

“One minute,” Margot whispered under her breath. She sat by the window, holding her knees to her body. Sure enough, the clock on her bedside table soon read 12:00am. She stared at it, the bright red fluorescence of the numbers made a soft humming sound, which could only be heard if everything was completely still. Margot stared at it for what felt like ages until the red glow from her clock began to fade away, and was replaced with a bright white light that rose slowly up through the room. Margot stared out, watching the moon rise to meet her. She unlatched the window, and pushed it open feeling the cold December air on her cheeks. The moon people had come back again. 

They had been visiting Margot’s bedroom for the past three nights, and she was still trying to figure out why. However, the moon was beautiful. On its surface was a powdered sugar-like dust that sparkled as if it had pieces of tinfoil mixed in. There were craters and bumps. It was the moon and nothing more. Keeper of the tides, earth's lighthouse of space, a reliable rock circling like we circle the sun. Well now it was practically in Margot’s bedroom. Perched by the windowsill, she remained motionless, trying not to make any noise. And then they came. The Moon People. One very tall and the other short. Entities of light were what Margot thought of them as, they had long strands of light matter emitting from their supposed heads, and their bodies almost resembled that of an early morning fog. Margot wondered if this was their true form. Maybe they had just characterized themselves to be more human-like so that she would be at ease. They walked over to her windowsill, and sat with Margot. 

“You came back,” whispered Margot. The moon person reached out a misty hand, and placed it on hers. “You're the only ones who ever come back.”