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.