I have always been a night owl; almost as long as the moon is up, so am I. And for as long as I can remember, I have always been this way.
It is no secret that the Sun and I have a love/hate relationship. The Sun is bright, loud and playful—which is everything I usually am not. People look forward to summer all year long because that is when daytime is longest. That is when people run around and play all hours.
I, on the other hand, would rather live under the moonlight than the Sun’s rays. Nighttime is quiet, lonely, and serene. When most people think about that, they turn the other way. But I embrace it.
At night, the world becomes a different place—on the one hand, it’s the time when everyone lets loose. The partiers and the weirdos come out to play, and everything becomes more than what they were during the day. Senses are heightened, the music is louder, and the people are crazier. The world around us suddenly becomes a little more dangerous.
On the other hand, nighttime is when we can allow our guards to go down, and our hearts to open. Everything becomes vulnerable. The darkness scares children, but it comforts adults in the simplest ways. This is the time we find ourselves confessing our secrets, dancing with strangers, crying in the comforts of our own home.
They say that people change as the day goes on. As the Sun goes down, and the Moon comes out to shine on all that is dark and alone, so do we. Our personalities become a little stronger, our voices a little softer.
In my opinion, we become honest creatures in the dead of the night.
I feel safe in the darkness. It engulfs me, and allows me to be myself. There’s nothing and nobody to please in the dark hours, only the Moon for me to speak to.
At the same time, I also feel wild. I can sing and dance my little heart out, and I can scream when nothing but the Moon shines upon my face. Nothing can touch me or judge me, so I run free.
The nighttime and the dark have never truly scared me, but sometimes I get nightmares that involve it. In those nightmares, it’s usually people coming out of a forest (which is also weird because I like the woods). They say it’s because we fear the unknown, and I agree. I have never feared the abyss, I only fear what may come out of it.
The Moon is my friend. She shines upon me in my darkest hours, and talks to me when I need it. Her little glistening friends guide me, and I follow without question. They are concrete, and I know that they have nowhere to go, and nothing else better to do. It’s just me, the Moon, and the stars—until the Sun returns, and a new day begins.
Prompt: When you think about nighttime, what do you think about? Do you find solace in it? Does it scare you? Tell us.