I liked this, and your first verse was a capturing few lines that made me want to read the rest. I liked how you built up the agrevation that arises when you can't get to sleep, and one of them is the fact that the crickets are chirping, somewhat louder than usual.
I like how you make out the author to be longing, possibly mourning the lost sight of the moon that night and it added a mystical feel to the piece.
In short, Mrs. Pontellier was beginning to realize her position in the universe as a human being, and to recognize her relations as an individual to the world within and about her. — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
