It is the day of the Sun. Today we drink, we dance, and we feast. We forget everything else and pretend that nothing matters. But the night falls; it is time to let the stars watch our sleep. For we must be prepared for what is to come: the day of the Moon.
Note: This piece was written for 53 Press monthly challenge, where you have to write a piece with exactly 53 words. The prompt for August 2020 was “Sunday”.