The boy had waited all day for this moment, for the eclipse to come, the lunar eclipse. He had begged and pleaded with his mother so that he may stay up past his bedtime and see, for the first time in his life, the moon, as red as a marble in the sky. The boy wondered if someone had just tossed one up too high, and it just didn’t come down. It was just three short nights until All Hallows Eve, and this was an opportunity the boy knew he could not miss. The boy waited and waited all afternoon for everything to slow down, so that the moon could come. At last, the time had come, the sun had set, and the moon was slowly fading out of the sky, as if someone has just stuck their thumb over it and smeared it half away. The boy quickly grabbed his favorite dinosaur blanket off his bed and hurried out to his back porch to witness the magic. As the boy say comfortably in his lawn chair, he felt as if everything was fine, everyone was happy, and that this was something more than just a physical event. The boy felt tired, but felt as if there was no way in the world he could miss this. The boy slowly closed his eyes, and drifted into the faintest of dreams. The boy suddenly opened his eyes, to reveal something that he was so surprised by that at first, he did not know what to do, or how to react. The moon, the gargantuan, white sphere of imagination, had landed in the boy’s backyard. The boy was so excited that he ran to ask his mother if they could all go to play on the moon. “Why of course, my dear,” she said. “It’s not often you get a chance like this.” So the boy took his mother, father, and his brothers all to play on the recent arrival in the yard. They played in craters and jumped around, the boy playing as if he would never be able to play again, at least not like this. The boy has remembered stories of great men – “Astronauts” going on far off journeys to places that no one had ever dreamed to go. He wanted to do that. He wanted to go to those places. The boy then heard the voice of his mother. “It’s time to go,” she said. “The moon needs to go home.” So the boy, his mother and father and brothers all walked home together, the moon slowly fading behind them. Suddenly the boy awoke, being carried inside from the cold weather, in the arms of his father. The boy looked up at the sky, at the apple red moon, glowing bright in the sky. He gave a faint, everlasting smile, and faded back to sleep.