Mr. Moon and I had a few too many. It started off innocently. A toast to the night then another to the sun, who made this night possible.
Then we started toasting to past loves and this is when things got interesting. Mr. Moon slurred that him ‘n venues had a fling. Then drunkenly slipped past the mountain ridge crying. The darkness reminded me how alone I truly am.
I’m sure tomorrow night, Mr. Moon will be late to rise.