Two Full Moons

Ama lies on her stomach, quietly making her sails ready for the open sea of the dreams. The night swells. She nestles her face against her hands, not far away from the paper sliding door, folded like a fan. Warm lights of the night step into her room. The full moon seems to take possession of a little girl’s figure. Her eyes are lustrous. She gazes at the moon’s crater visage with dreamy admiration. Ama’s mind wanders through the past events. ‘I’d love to see the necklace once again,” she muses. Joy and longing make such a mixture of feelings for her; joy of giving and longing for the mum’s essence enchanted in the necklace. However, there is something mysterious what descends on the silence of the night as if the ring, the bells of the necklace soared gently down. ‘What produces this sound?’ Little girl wonders and dives into darkness of the garden. Then, she looks up; her eyes narrow, startled by the view. Ama rubs them dynamically to improve their vision. Brightening the space up, two moons hang next to each other and scrutinize Ama, suffused with their light. The bells of the necklace die away. Little girl gives a laugh. She is fond of such games. One of the moons seems to be more fluid, animate from within. Its contours arch and flow. Suddenly, there sprout out of the glowing plate a pointed mouth, canoe-shaped eyes, perking ears. Ama recognizes the foxy head. ‘KITSUNE! You can travel high!

There dangles and squirms on its nose something golden, like Ama’s necklace. The magical fox winks at the little girl. And then, unexpectedly the illusion creeps over her making the eyelids heavy. The weird moon lands on them with its unbridled trickiness.