Evan watched the stars twinkle from his bedroom window He slouched in the nook where his mom read to him, under the quilted blanket his grandma has given him before he was born. He liked the way that old blanket smelled. His mom didn’t know he was awake. If she did, she would tell him to go back to bed. It was too late for a little boy to be up, she would say.
He wondered where the moon was tonight. He couldn’t find it. He didn’t really know when the moon would show up. Some nights it was there for a long time, lots of nights in a row. Other nights he didn’t see it at all. He thought he even saw it in the afternoon, but couldn’t figure out how that worked either. That didn’t seem to make any sense at all.
His dad had told him the moon circles the earth, and the earth circles the sun. Then, he started adult-speak, and Evan lost track of what was doing what and when. Those grown-ups… they never say anything important that kids can understand. But they use a lot of big words to make it seem like they know what’s going on.