Snippet (Luck of the Draw)

I sat in a folding lawn chair on the roof of my apartment, looking up at the sky, with its dark blue width and the wispy beards of cloud, who covered the face of the half hidden moon and then uncovered it again when the wind blew hard enough to move the sky cotton far, far away. I guess I should actually say I sat in an unfolded lawn chair, because sitting in a folded lawn chair would be a might uncomfortable.
( Luck of the draw, ch. 2 )