It hadn t made a whole lot of sense, but it was most definitely not a dream. Her legs were all pins and needles now. She rubbed at them, irritably, wondering at the moon. It was a perfect circle in the sky, with ghost gray clouds resting peacefully in the dark. But the moon itself is male.
People just think that it s female because they want a solid gender.
Narcolepsy sat upright. It didn t make any sense. Well, at least less sense then the things she thought usually made. Narc settled back down again, resting her head against her pillow. The gray clouds were edging themselves slowly towards the moon.