I woke in the middle of the night to the brightest presence staring back at me. I sleep on the window side and I hoisted myself up on the window sill to steady myself. The full moon was brilliant; it angled toward the window giving the appearance of three moons telescoping out—as though it had two shadows. I kept looking and tilting my head from left to right and back again. Sleepy and drunk at the sight of the moon(s), I wondered, could I really be seeing three moons? I must have caused a stir because my significant other pushed himself up from his deep sleep.
“What are you looking at,” he said, sounding a little groggy.
“The moon looks like it has two shadows,” I replied earnestly.
“Oh…I thought someone was looking inside the window.”
“Someone is—it's the moon.” I gave a small giggle. He gave a friendly grumble, got up to use the bathroom. While he was in there, I scooted over quickly to look out the screen side of the open window and saw my one moon.
We went back to sleep with no words, just the bright light of the moon keeping us safe. But really, I knew it was three moons.