Dear Moon,
There are angels in the barn, digging holes.. why are they doing that? Are they for me? Will they bury me there? In one of them? Why in the barn? The cats sleep in the loft. Aren't they going to be disturbed by this? Who else could the holes be for?
Would there be someone buried with me? A friend? Lover? That weird man who sits on the corner of 2nd Avenue every day? The one who is always eating lettuce? One day I'm pretty sure he's going to stab me with his lettuce-eating fork. He doesn't like me. I don't know why. I gave him some dollars. One day I didn't have any, though.
Back to the angels, they looked at me when I was watching them. I was afraid. And yet, even while I was so disturbed, I couldn't help noticing that they were so very beautiful. No wings, no halos .. but they were angels, for sure. When I see an angel, I know it.
But, hmm.. Sometimes, in the past, I have been wrong about things. Dear Moon, I ask you! Who are these beings in the barn? What if they aren't angels after all?
What if they are human intruders? Can you lure them out of the barn for me? Can moons do that? What good is a moon if it can't lure an angel out something as basic as a barn? Shine brighter or something. Make a sound. That would scare the shit right out of everyone. Please do that.
Back to the holes, I don't think I can fit into them. They're too small. My head would need to be tilted in such a way that would be uncomfortable. I guess they will keep digging deeper if they are for me. Wider. But I don't want to be buried. Not yet. I don't want to go to the barn anymore. I will avoid it entirely. The barn is now dead to me.
Well. I needed to ask you that, since I am quite a bit worried about it and there's no one to tell. But, also, another thing.. it seems that my feet are stuck now in a strange wooden box, they can't move. Where did the box come from? It wasn't here a minute ago.
How am I here? How are YOU here?
You sit up there, watching. You are watching me, watching everything. This is why I ask you these things, by the way. If anyone would know the answers to anything, I should think it would be you.
I don't feel well. Could it be that I am dying, and they are simply waiting for me? The angels? What do they know that I don't know? Is it my blood again? It's been doing so well. But, now that I think about it, I have been having more nose bleeds than usual. Is it coming back? I hate the hospitals so much.
I have to end this letter now. The barn has gone quiet, and it is unsettling. Did they finish digging the holes? There's no way for me to know without looking. Should I take a look? A peek? My curiosity isn't going to let me NOT do that. I will go and look.
Dear Moon, please pray for me. Can you do that? Do moons pray to moon gods? I wish I knew.
Yours forever,
Serena
P.S. Do you like the picture I took of you? If I were writing a blog, I would have to tell my readers that I took the picture, and that I own the rights to it. Anyway.. your face is showing. You are as beautiful as the angels, but much less scary.