It was there, outside my window once again.

The light shone through my window panes, breaking into every facet of my life. Like clockwork, as the sun set, the terror assaulted my senses. Where did it come from, I asked myself one day, as I hid underneath my blankets and let the hyper beat of my heart lull me to sleep. How did people find this so normal?

When it came even in the daylight, I swallow hard and keep moving on, trying to hide my fear from the crowd around me. As another day comes and goes, I tamp down the pain of this fear, the fear of the white sphere floating in the sky and omnipresent. La Luna.