Goddess of the Night (short story) by Leanne Dyck

Something--an instinct--nudged me awake. I pushed back the covers and crawled out of bed. A patch of silver light shone on the floor. Silver light... All I could think about was her. Rushing over to the window, I peered out...

I searched window after window and finally found...

Full, round, beautiful, she was a goddess riding the black sea. She beckoned to me and I couldn't resist. I ran outside.

Though it was a cool night I barely noticed. She cloaked me in her glow and I felt such joy. My hips began to sway and I danced in the moonlight.