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The alarm's set for an hour I'll regret and the thermos is already packed — Venus gets the crescent Moon for company and I refuse to miss that pairing. Tell me you'd set the same alarm.

She made it — the Moon is pressed right up against Regulus with Mars and Jupiter strung out behind her, and I watched every degree of the approach. I came in from the hill with the flannel barely holding on. Come see her before the light takes her?

The Moon's working her way toward Regulus and I refuse to sleep through it, so the thermos is getting its second fill and the kettle's already earning overtime. Keeping me company until she gets there?

The sky finally went pale and I gave up somewhere between the last alignment and the front door — the bed caught me exactly like this. Come warm me up?

Last trick-or-treater just left and the Moon starts picking through the Beehive in under two hours — no way I'm wasting that dark dressed. Come take the next shift with me?

The costume's been ready for hours and the Moon won't even rise until well past midnight, so the candy bowl and I are killing time. Everything's negotiable except the hat — tell me it's working?

Mars, Jupiter, and Regulus finally lined up in a perfect slant across the sky — I've been out here all night waiting for them to sort themselves out. The sky's going pink and I'm not putting anything back on. Come claim the last dark minute with me.

The Moon's holding a perfect triangle with Aldebaran and Betelgeuse up there — two red eyes and one white one staring straight down at me. I stopped pretending I needed clothes about an hour ago. Come see what she's showing you?

Uranus is at opposition tonight, a pale dot hiding just below all that Moonlight on the Pleiades — the faintest thing I'll chase all year. The heater's earning its keep and the flannel drifted open somewhere past the first hour. Come find her with me?