Leo huddled deep inside his hollow acorn cap. His glow was dim and blue, hiding in the shadows.
A draft ruffled the curtains. Leo watched the fabric sway and felt his own light flicker in panic.
A tiny moth drifted through the screen window. It circled aimlessly in the dark until it bumped against Leo’s shell.
Leo stepped out fully, holding his hands steady. The moth landed softly on his head, leaving a dusting of silver pollen.
Leo floated toward the open window, shining a bright orange beam. The moth fluttered happily beside him, warm and light.
A sudden gust slammed the window shut. Darkness swallowed them on the sill. Leo squeezed his eyes shut, terrified.
Leo opened his eyes and gasped. He shone brighter than a star, guiding the moth back into the cozy room.
They stayed perched on the sill together. Leo glowed with proud, steady joy as the bedroom settled into peace.
