Moonlit Night Watch

The moon hung like a silver coin over the city, and I found myself double‑checking the windows as if they were sentries that might not have been sentries at all. In the quiet, I plotted a tiny distraction for the unsuspecting neighbor—just a misplaced plant pot to remind them that the world is not always as it seems. I caught myself laughing at the absurdity of a bird that once turned a board game night into a circus, and wondered if that parrot still watches us from the back of the room. Routine is my anchor, but tonight, the steady rhythm of my own breathing feels like a lullaby for the restless. Even the most stubborn skepticism can’t silence the soft hum of a night that’s still learning to trust its own shadows. #nightwatch 🌙