“The moon that interesting?”
“It’s full tonight. Must be some werewolves out there.”
“What, Josh, you’re not scared of them, are you?” She finally turned to glance at him.
“They’re not even real.”
“Says you,” she sniffed.
He sat beside her and craned his neck. “It’s nice… But you look lovesick, the way you’re staring. Should I be jealous?”
“Maybe,” she grinned, her eyes flicking in his direction. The moonlight made his skin glow. “I mean, it’s gorgeous, it’s so bright, and – well, tonight, it’s pretty damn big.”
“It’s only bright because of the sun. And it’s not big every night.”
She shrugged, scowling as thin clouds momentarily obscured her view. “It’s just hidden most of the time. Doesn’t mean it’s not there.”
“You’ve been staring at it for hours now. Want to go grab food? I’m starved.” He put his arm around her, but she didn’t lean in to him as she normally did. “Melanie?”
Her head jerked and she turned to him, blinking. “I’m sorry, what was that?”
“Never mind. I’m gonna defrost a pizza.”
Melanie opened the window and inhaled the moon’s white breath.
She settled on the couch, her head nestled against a small mound of pillows. The moon was her blanket as she curled her legs up to her chest. It brushed its lullaby through her hair.
She felt her muscles relax, one by one, and a small smile curved her lips. Her breath misted, silver, in front of her.
“Want a slice?” Josh poked his head into the room as he read the directions on the back of the box. “Melanie?” He looked up when there was no response. She was still staring outside. He sighed. “Mel,” he walked up and shook her. She was warm, her pulse soothing, and her eyes vacant as the moon.
I’ve been fascinated with the idea of breath. First with Steam, and now with this one. And I have more lined up. They are not connected, but rather variants on a theme. I hope you enjoyed it!