Crescent

The crescent moon was seen up high in the dark sky. Calm, I stretched out on my bed and read. It was nine. Nine twenty. I looked out my window and decided to gaze on the moon, slowly being covered by the gloomy, twilight clouds. I then lay back down on my bed and tried to read again. But I couldn't. Something was telling me that I shouldn't read. I then looked up in the sky again and saw that the crescent vanished completely. Not even a speck. Completely gone; blackout.

I lay back down on my bed and put my book aside. I turned off the light as I went to sleep.