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.
Luna Baby slid off the crib rail and crawled under the bed. She found the dust bunny trembling. She didn’t fight it. Instead, she sat down next to it and hummed a tiny, high-pitched lullaby—the sound of a single bell ringing underwater. The dust bunny stopped twitching, relaxed, and slowly rolled over, falling asleep. luna baby rickys room
Luna Baby floated up from the floor, her tiny feet making no sound. She landed on the rail of Ricky’s crib. From a tiny pouch on her dress, she pulled a handful of golden dust. She blew it gently toward the wardrobe. It started at the windowsill
The house was quiet, save for the soft hum of the nightlight shaped like a crescent moon. In the corner of the small, cozy room, a mobile of silver stars turned slowly, powered by a whisper of a breeze from the cracked window. This was Ricky’s room. She was no taller than a Barbie doll,