Flossing the moon

I had this dream last night where I'm floating in space, holding a giant spool of mint-flavored dental floss, and I'm gently wrapping it around a crescent moon — not to fix anything, just to feel the smooth curve of it, like checking a tooth for rough edges. Everyone else is busy with their big machines, but I'm just... listening to the hum of the moon. The silence between passes feels holy.