Nauseating Stars of Dawn

The sun melted the moon the other day. Well, it was bound to happen sometime. Chunks of melting, sizzling pieces of the moon came crashing to earth, one of them hit my car and house, and another hit my neighbor's three blocks down. It was kind of waxy, the pieces of melting moon. Anyway, now I don't have any place to stay and no way to get around, but when the moon wax finally cooled down I sat on the hood of my car and looked up at the moon-less sky. Luckily the stars still remain so it's not like we were totally in the dark, it really was a twisted, nauseating form of midnight dawn though. Like it was something I would never understand, where before the moon made so much sense. You'd think I'd be a bit more upset about the whole house being destroyed thing, but for some reason I just didn't care, for some reason the moon melting was like a whole new realization for me. I just slept on the hood of my car where I had been sitting all day. I really didn't care as people who walked by stared at me sleeping on the huge mass of moon that engulfed my car and house. I slept as usual, though it was a bit cold outside which made me restless. I eventually fell asleep while questioning in my head why rock stars smashed their guitars. I personally never thought it looked cool, and they wasted a perfectly good instrument. Sure maybe it wasn't up to par with their rock star standards, but maybe some aspiring kid-musician would like it. For some reason I woke up and I missed the moon and I missed guitarists who didn't do stupid things for show. Mostly though, I just felt sick to stomach...