Deflated Moon

The moon began its journey to Earth. Intent on fixing itself to our planet, a snowman like head for the Earth's baubel of a body. Not forever, just as a treat for the astronauts to see. Would the astronauts appreciate what the moon was trying to do for them, or would they simply be annoyed that they had travelled all the way into space just to see that if they had stayed on Earth the moon would have come to them.
The moon decided that early morning around 5 oclock would be the best time to sit on Earth for a short ammount of time, it didn't want to cause too much of a fuss. New York was the city it came across, unaware of which city was which. It looked to gently lower itself onto an open space, but of course there wasn't one. The Sahara desert may have been a better option. The moon hovered trying to lower itself gently onto the sky scrapers like a giant monotone beach ball on a bed of different sized nails. Suddenly a sharp shooting pain went through the moon, its craters clenched shut in pain, morphing from a golf ball into a ping pong ball. The Empire State Building had pierced a trampoline sized hole in its underside. Air seeped from the moon and over a period of hours it deflated, covering New York City like the icing on a cake.
The Statue of Liberty stood draped in white, a bride waiting at the alter with her hand in the air demanding to ask the vicar a question.
What on Earth is going on? This can't be happening to me, not on my Wedding day.
Early bird tourists walking the Brooklyn Bridge found themselves under a sagging white marquee without a bride or groom in sight, their voices echoed as they spoke. Yellow taxi cabs sat stationary with muffled horns cloaked like yokes in poached eggs. Advertisements on times square were uncompromisingly censored.
The tip of the Empire State was all that was visible from above, a spike of a beacon in the middle of this white desert. On that day the moon was clearly visible from space.