Peter sat on the creaky wooden porch. His bright orange skin glowed in the afternoon sun.
A cold breeze ruffled the leaves. Peter shivered slightly, pulling his stem closer.
The sky turned gray and quiet. Peter waited for the familiar candle light inside him.
A small moth bumped into Peter’s side. Tap-tap-tap went its tiny wings.
The moth landed on Peter’s nose. Tickling made him giggle with surprise.
The movement sparked a hidden flame. A warm glow filled his hollow center.
Peter glowed brightly against the night. Dancing shadows stretched across the porch.
Cozy warmth spread through his seeds. The moth rested safely inside his lit belly.