Mimi presses her pink nose against the cold window. The moon hangs like a flat gray coin. She taps the glass. Tap. Tap.
Mimi presses her pink nose against the cold window. The moon hangs like a flat gray coin. She taps the glass. Tap. Tap.
A cloud drifts past the window, and Mimi leaps onto it. The cloud wobbles, then rises into a sky of swirling purple and blue.
She clings to the cloud's soft edge as the bedroom shrinks below. Purple and blue swirl all around her.
Mimi reaches the moon and paws at its surface — it's warm like a sunbaked stone. 'Hello?' she whispers.
A crack splits the gray crust, and a small voice sighs out. 'I'm tired of shining,' it murmurs.
'I shine every night and nobody ever says thank you,' the moon says. A pebble of gray dust drops from its cheek.
Mimi sits up straight. She presses her whole body against the moon and begins to purr — rumble, rumble, rumble — shaking loose flakes of gray.
The moon shudders. Gold light bursts from its center, blooming outward into a warm heart shape that spills across the bedroom walls.
Mimi slides down the cloud, lands softly on her windowsill, and watches the heart glow pulse above her.
The golden heart glow pulses gently above the window, casting warm light across the quilt and books. Mimi curls up and closes her eyes.
Mimi presses her pink nose against the cold window. The moon hangs like a flat gray coin. She taps the glass. Tap. Tap.