I woke with a start. The wet warmth between my legs had aroused me from a deep slumber. I touched myself and felt the stickiness of the fluid on my fingers. As my eyes adjusted to moon’s evanescent illumination, the dark stain on my hand became increasing visible. The metallic scent confirmed my dawning confirmation. I bolted upright and sprang from the bed. I read my spillage like a Rorschach inkblot. It looked like an elk print. The meaning was obvious. My totem animal is the elk. I am Elk Woman, Nipi-Niina.
I tore the sheet from the mattress and hung it in the window to pay homage to the moon spirit. I dipped in and out of my well. As primal drawings filled my mind, I copied them upon my tapestry. I lost time.
When I reinhabited my body, I gazed upon my lunar vision and smiled. All was revealed. My expectations were surpassed. Manic genius manifested. The success of my first moon mission stunned me senseless. I was now a banner-waving, certifiable lunatic. I will ebb and flow with the tide and be one with the Moon. I am a night shifter.