One night
when the stars are all shining and the moon is fat and heavy in the sky, she
appears at my window.
What are
you doing?
Nothing, I
say.
You can’t be doing nothing.
That’s impossible.
Then I was daydreaming.
Daydreaming about the moon.
Where do you think the moon goes
during the day?
I think it lies on the ground
somewhere, and it gets ready for the next night.
Do you think people fix it?
I don’t know. I don’t think so.
It’s full of holes.
I’ve built a rocket ship, she
says. It’s in the backyard. Do you want to find out where the moon goes?
Yes.
She disappears from the window and
I follow her down the lattice where the vines grow thick and twisty and across
the lawn and then through the gap in the fence that dad is always complaining
about at dinner. Her garden is lit up in the moonlight. She takes my hand and
her skin is soft and damp and she pulls me into the grass that grows high over
our heads and the stars dance between the blades and I can’t see where I’m
going but follow her tugging on my hand and everything around me is dark and
the dark pulls away into more dark and then we come out at a clearing where the
clothesline hangs overhead.
There, she says. And under the
moonlight is a spaceship, just like the ones off TV. I follow her inside, to a
room where the walls are buttons and the floor is sloped and through the
windscreen all I can see is sky.
Do you know how to fly it?
Of course I do, she says. With
her back to me she taps at buttons with both hands and the spaceship lurches.
Hold onto something, she says and
then the machine jolts and sputters and we are flying high above the grass,
then the estate and the city and the country, but I can’t see them because we
are pointed straight at the moon.
Do you think it is made of cheese?
I ask her. And do you think there is a man in there? What do you think he will
say when he sees us? Do you think he’ll be nice? Like that man who hangs around
out the front of the milk bar?
I don’t know, she says. We’ll
find out.
The spaceship is slowing now that
we are getting close. I can feel the smile on my face pulling back my cheeks
and I am almost laughing and my hands just keep moving but I can’t stop them. I
think about my family, asleep at home, with no idea what I am doing now. I
can’t wait to tell them in the morning.
We’re here, she says. She taps at
some buttons and the spaceship stops sputtering and the door opens and the
whole wide moon is there before me.
But there is something not right
as I walk out onto the ground.
There is no cheese here, I say.
And there is no man, there’s no-one at all. And I can’t walk, I’m floating.
What are you talking about? She
says.
And the moon can’t rest on the
ground because the world is round.
No, it’s not!
And it can’t go anywhere at night
because it is always night up here!
Please, she cries. Just stop it.
Stop saying these things. And she is crying and I feel like crying too.
And your space ship is just a
cardboard box!
And then suddenly I realise I am
upside down and I fall out of the sky and I am falling into nothing, looking up
as she looks down.
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