The house was quiet. I could think. And write. And listen to the trees outside scratch against the roof. You can't really hear the trees during the day time, but at night, they would wiggle around and adjust themselves and go visiting their neighbors, only to be back in place as sun broke.
I am extremely fond of the nighttime.
When we were little we lived in the woods, on a hill where there was no night lights. All you saw when you got outside was the moon if it was out and fireflies and the yellow eyes of Whoknows staring out at the edge of the wood.
We had an outside toilet, with a big yard light. If you had to go, you turned on the yard light and grabbed a flashlight and just put on your slippers and housecoat and braved the night time. Us kids never did.
When we were tiny we had a convenient potty, and when we were older, we just didn't go out at night after dark, alone.
Well I did. One day I had to go, so I left my slippers off, ignored my housecoat, didn't bother with the yard light, it might wake up grandpa, and I went out by moonlight.
I felt my way along the graveled path, by dim moonlight and my toes. The grass was cold and wet under my feet, the rocks on the path were hard and cold on my soles, but I was in no hurry.
It was glorious outside. I had gone halfway and stopped, when I got to the middle of the path and started to talk out to the heavens in my head. "Please come to me. I want to see you. I want to be taken away. Please come."
I was being very serious, but I don't really know who I was talking to. I just whirled around and breathed in the night air and wished, and wished and wished.
On the way back from going, I stopped again to look around and something interesting happened. This round ball of light came down level with the trees. A big beach ball sized ball of light. much larger than a firefly, yellower than the moon, and I checked ,the moon was still in its place. It had swirly things inside it, and different textures and shades of yellow and white in the interior of it.
It got down to shoulder height about half of the yard away and came toward me. I wasn't a bit scared. It just looked like the friendliest of things.
I went inside, because that is what one does when one is done going potty and looked at it following me along to the window of my bedroom.
I went to the window and I said, "shhh you will wake my mom up." The ball seemed to look over at her, and consider that. It said very quietly. "Come closer to the window." and I said NO. Instead I got into bed and it said in my head. "Don't be afraid." Until it said that, I had not been.
I threw my covers over my head, as I started to get very scared, I blacked out, or fell instantly asleep,
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