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When I started staring at The Moon during and after exercises for Astronomy class, I definitely knew there was some kind of magnetism at play. I couldn't look away from Her. I knew I loved Her, and it always felt like She could see me. Her glow, warmer than anything I'd ever felt from the sun.

A couple of full Moons ago, I woke up in the middle of night and found her peering in through the bottom of the curtain and the wall. The high horizontal sliders of the house, though horribly out of modern code, giving Her a perfect sliver to pour over me. It felt like waking to the soft, warm gaze of a lover. Since that first wake up call, I've slept with the curtains open for several days around each full Moon and I keep waking up to Her. I swear that Her's is a healing energy - that She's waking me on purpose. I scoot down in bed, wiggling to stay in Her light as long as possible. I'm not like a huge naked sleeper, but for Her I am. I feel safe, and cared for - like I belong in this time and place. I, someone who has a brutal time falling back asleep once my mind starts firing, have no trouble sleeping under Her.

In my head, Her light is like the fairy fountains in Ocarina of Time, and She is, at least in part, like one of the Great Fairies. She's big and beautiful and full of bubbling energy. She floats up there and smiles at me down here, but the distance feels like so little because of how often we connect, and how deeply I can feel it. I think I'm connected to the Moon. I think I'm a Moon witch.