Luna — Baby Rickys Room

Before she left, Luna Baby did one final check. She flew up to the mobile of stars and gave it a gentle push. She kissed the tip of Ricky’s nose—a kiss so light it felt like a single snowflake landing.

And on the windowsill, for just a second after she vanished, a single silver hair sparkled in the moonlight before turning into a simple thread of dew. luna baby rickys room

Tonight, the wardrobe was looking a little too pointy. A shadow from a coat hanger had stretched across the door, forming a jagged grin. Luna Baby saw Ricky stir, his brow furrowing in his sleep. A nightmare was trying to take root, like a weed in a garden. Before she left, Luna Baby did one final check

Ricky, just two years old, slept in a nest of blue blankets. His thumb had slipped from his mouth, and his breathing was the deep, even rhythm of a child who had run and laughed and stacked blocks until he simply ran out of day. And on the windowsill, for just a second

It started at the windowsill. A tiny point of light, no bigger than a firefly, grew into a soft, silver puddle. From that puddle, a shape rose. She was no taller than a Barbie doll, with skin like the inside of a seashell and hair that flowed like spun moonlight. She wore a little dress made of cobwebs and stardust. This was Luna Baby.