Last night, the near-full moon and the quiet of my house assailed me. That moon, pressed hard against my window and pouring in pewter light that converted my night table to rigid gunmetal, brought me awake. The entire room—the inside of my house—too bright. For a while, I considered dressing so I might step outside and throw stones at the face of the moon and shout against the calm. No use in that. So I simply lay there on my bed, looking at the bedding, perfectly smooth on the side where one night, years ago, I woke to find Uyen sleeping so softly, so serenely, I kissed her face without her waking or ever knowing that I had done so.
--Mitchell Hegman
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