melatonin

The nights were hard for her as it was, but especially lately. She felt like there was just something ominous going on in the world these days. Noe rose from her slumber and took a few steps to stretch. The night felt heavy, like the sky was closer to the ground tonight. The moon was large and full with an eerie purple-blue glow to it. Certainly, it was all her imagination, though. The pale wolf lapped at some water, then looked at her reflection. To her surprise, all the little bugs flying near the water were glowing various shades of blue and purple. Weren't fireflies usually orange or red?

Noe watched with wide eyes as the fireflies danced across the water, making shapes and designs. There were at least 10 of them, all different shades of eerie purple and blue. Her nostrils flared and her ears flattened from a mixture of wonder, fear, curiosity. Was she dreaming? Surely she was dreaming. A firefly flew close to her and hovered near her nose and she looked at it anxiously. She held her breath and closed her eyes. When she opened, the firefly almost cheekily sped off.

She gasped; at least thirty or forty more little fireflies joined in the dance, and she watched with awe as they mysteriously shook and danced across the water. She had to be dreaming. She just had to be!