I wake on the morn of the full moon….weepy, shaky, and jittery with the feeling that something is coming.
The bad dreams leave a slimy residue in my mind that coffee just can’t seem to wash away.
I read for a bit, and the feeling continues.
So I grab my husband and drag him to the bedroom.
I haven’t tried punching anyone in the face. That might be bad. I’m thankful I haven’t lost all judgement.
I don’t want to go back to bed since the dreams won’t leave me, so I will prepare myself for all eventualities, and blame the moon for her gravity.