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Sometime around 1:30 a.m. last night — OK, this morning — I laid in bed, awake.
I had fallen asleep easily enough, early in fact. Before going to bed I had two healthy doses of Jameson which effectively landed me horizontal before 11 o’clock. But as it often happens when I drink, I fall asleep quickly but not deeply.
Soon enough, I was awakened by the sound of purring in my ear
Nighttime kitty. Needs petting.
After some stroking was given to one of our three attention-starved pets, the one who sleeps with us every night, I stared at the popcorn ceiling for a while and realized that it seemed pretty light in the room for 1:30 a.m.
I sat up in bed.
It was quiet. Peaceful, save for the droning of a grey and white ball of fur at my side and the soft swooshing of the ceiling fan.
Spooky stared at me.
I stared at Linda.
I quickly came to realize the perfection of that moment.
Moonlight seeped into the room. It flowed through the slats in the window shutters like a vanilla milkshake and spilled across the bed, painting my purring wife and kitty in blue-white pixie dust.
I sat for nearly an hour, honoring the moon, celebrating my existence in the universe and without her even knowing it, falling deeper in love with my sleeping wife.
I don’t remember laying back down or falling back asleep again. It’s as if at that moment, time stood still. The earth stopped spinning and let the moon flood my simple, humble, human bedroom.
In the morning when Linda gently woke me, as she does every day, with a coffee on my night stand and her cool hand on my face, I didn’t know if I dreamed it or not.
But after my first sip of black coffee I tasted something and checked that she didn’t put cream in it.
Hmmm, vanilla.

All of this of course has nothing to do with the photo above. I could hardly express with words that experience, let alone on film or CCD.
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