Later that night

My only friend, the man in the moon, looks down at me.
He could be judging me, but there's a helpfulness in his bright eyes that feels like an old friend.
A sheep baaaahs in the still and quiet night air. And without a hesitation or doubt, I am in the countryside.
My matches are few and precious but my new friend tells me this night is an exception, this night isn't one for concern. If the old man could wink, he would have. I inhale and exhale and know I'm home somehow.

(Ps: I finally! killed the fly in .... goddamn it! there's another one.)