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Then, a shimmer.

Ricky’s brow smoothed.

The nightlight hummed. The stars turned. And Ricky’s room waited for the sun. luna baby rickys room

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. Then, a shimmer

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. The stars turned

Ricky smiled in his sleep. He wouldn’t remember her in the morning. He wouldn’t remember the wardrobe-cat or the sleeping dust bunny. But he would wake up feeling brave, feeling safe, as if someone had tucked a tiny, secret piece of courage into his pajama pocket.

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.