mundane morning after

“Every one is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody” -Mark Twain


Cate woke to an acheronian, overcast disposition, much like the weather
that greeted her when her eyes first opened. "I could just pull the covers over my
head and sleep all day." she thought to herself.
Anything was better than that curious feeling of falling she knew was imminent once
daylight hours started fading one by weary one. The curious feeling of falling.
Or perhaps choking. That horrible, frightening in-between life and death.
As simplistic and stupid as it may sound. You're not breathing but you're not
completely gone yet.
People have died from choking.

She pulled the covers over her head for a moment then tore them away almost as
quickly. She rose from her bed, tired, weak. Ready for the day to be over. She
looked at the clock on her nightstand. 6:48 am. She groaned inwardly wondering why
she was up so early. "I could've slept more." She had nowhere to be for another 2
hours.

She put on her flannel robe and trudged down the stairs to brew the coffee that
would sustain her for the day's entirety. She didn't like to eat in the morning.
She barely liked to eat at all. But she knew the next time she saw David he'd
lecture her about not eating enough. That she was getting too thin. Withering away.
She didn't care for a lecture. She didn't really care to see him either and it was
strange that they had not just broken it off ages ago. They had changed in recent
months. they were not the same people. when they started bickering relentlessly, she
knew. She knew it was pointless.
She was just indifferent now. there were too many things about him that annoyed
her and not enough things she liked.


She mulled such things over in her brain this dreary morning as her coffee maker
sputtered and spat out the rich brown substance that made her able to function on
days like these.
She glanced at the clock in the kitchen. It was in the moon's likeness.
7:06am. She poured her coffee, never putting anything in it. Black, raw coffee.
She inhaled the scent before partaking of it. Tired of the silence, she looked
through the cd case she kept with her collection of cds she'd had since she was
16.
Jazz seemed to fit this morning. She put it in and became saturated with the
intoxicating voice of Frank Sinatra.
she smiled and a chill entered her core. She pulled her robe closer around her. She always seemed too cold to be normal. It frightened her sometimes.
Touching the mass of black hair upon her head, she decided she might as well go shower now.
No point in just sitting around idly.
she left the music on. It made noise through the house which was better than the noise
in her head.

David pt 1

David had laughed.

He had laughed and laughed and laughed, until his chest hurt. Looking back, he shouldn't have.

But how was he to know? The other men that worked at the funeral home always played jokes on him, to a ridiculous extent.

Once (on halloween, no less), they had run to him, screaming maniacally about hearing something in the embalming room. Thusly, David had gone in, expecting nothing, when one of them had leaped out of a dark corner in a horrific mask and wailed as load as certainly was humanly possible! This seemed to happen on many, many occasions, to the point where he had learned to take what the others said with a grain of salt.

So when one of them told him that the moon had fallen down yesterday night, he didn't believe him. Honestly, who would? If nothing else, the idea was outlandish.

Then he stepped outside.

The darkness swallowed everything in it's way. Even with the streetlights, it consumed the tops of buildings and even what used to be the most well-light of corners.

For a moment, David thought it would eat him too, leaving nothing left but the shadow of a man who once was standing in the street, shaking violently.

He walked swiftly to his car, as though trying to escape it's all-emcompassing hands.

He was scared, truly horribly, completely frightened, and there was nothing he could possibly do.

So he called Cate.

He had been dating her for months that went by like years, and although he was sure that they were not in the slightest was compatible, neither of them seemed to care; perhaps they were too lazy too break up.

Cate was a strong, sharp woman, a far cry from the gentle, caring women he had dated in the past.

She was harsh and brutal, and would rather fight with you than compromise. It wouldn't have surprised him if she had said that she was a professional assassin or a wrestler rather than a photographer.

It was funny, he thought, how different they were.

"Hey, this is Cate, I'm obviously not here right now so..."




...Crap.

cate pt 1

"The moon fell down yesterday, breaking silence shifting earth." she mumbled
under her breath. No one ever considered such a ridiculous notion. Though she herself
felt safer at night, she could not even fathom the idea of her precious moon, the
very life and breath within her crashing like glass after a stone breaks the surface.
Scientists cannot place exactly what happened, whether it was a sudden blow from
a stray mass of planetary discharge or a gradual fall. Of course they should
have known and paid more attention. But who truly cares for such nowadays?
No one realized how fragile the moon was until they found erratic shards of it's
glass-like surface in Turkey & Japan & other seemingly random places.

Cate looks out her window to see nothing but the flourescently lit town. 'No more
black nights,' she breathes a grief stricken sigh of bittersweet relief. She was
very afraid of the dark recently. The dark and darkness seemed as two separate
entities all together.The dark being simply the absence of light. Darkness a more
frightening, gripping, murderous entity. The dark is innocent. Darkness's evils
know no bounds. the moon could no longer reveal to Cate her silly, childish fears.
Without her light to show her fear was not necessary...

"No," she told herself. "not again. Never again." she dried the subtle hint of tears.
Cate, known as Cate or Cadence by her many acquaintances, was afraid of many things.
Her bravado made her cocky and imposing. "Indifference is better than emotion" she
always told herself. "Emotion is weakness" the old cliche rung true in her ears.
She truly did not want to cry. Crying is inconvenient, so she said. As is emotion.

the moon fell down

The moon fell down yesterday
Breaking silence
Shifting earth
I fell and broke my heart
My bones shattered in a million pieces
I've no rhyme or reason
I broke the harmony
The moon fell down yesterday
Tears falling from it's pale surface
Shifting emotion everyone's falling apart
Everything is tearing apart
My love shattered in a million pieces
I have my reasons and no reason to explain
I've got time and people and all I need in eye shot
The moon fell down yesterday
In angry defiance of who put it there
Shook it's fist in the face of the One holding it
And realized it's mistake
Then fell silent as well
The moon fell down yesterday
But the world will be well again
As long as the sun stays in place
We'll all be okay