The moon is coming. I hear it in the back of my mind as soon as I wake up. I hear it again while I’m sitting in math class. And again when I’m eating lunch. All throughout the day, I keep hearing it. The moon is coming the moon is coming the moon is coming.
I almost ask someone if they can hear it too, but then I don’t know who to ask, and I’m sure they’ll think I’m being an i***t. I keep looking around for someone speaking because the voice is so clear, but no one else reacts to it.
Grandpa had made me another cup of anise seed this morning, but I finish it far too quickly and am immediately craving another. Yes, me too, says the voice in my head.
I jerk my head around looking for the voice, but there’s no one behind me. And everyone in class is quietly working on an assignment.
“Ms.
