Something wakes me. A sudden absence jerks me awake, and I open my eyes to find the room pitch-black. I know the night is cloudless – I checked the weather report before bed. I know the moon isn’t new – it shone full the night before.
I get up and go to the window. The landscape is black, with no hint of the moonlight. I step out onto the balcony, looking up. There hangs the moon, round and silver but radiating nothing. It’s holding in its light, not even softening the sky.
What will happen when the sun comes up?