Luna Baby Rickys Room -

Then she returned to the windowsill. The silver puddle reappeared, and she sank into it, dissolving back into a point of light, then nothing.

Tonight, the wardrobe was looking a little too pointy. A shadow from a coat hanger had stretched across the door, forming a jagged grin. Luna Baby saw Ricky stir, his brow furrowing in his sleep. A nightmare was trying to take root, like a weed in a garden. luna baby rickys room

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. Then she returned to the windowsill