The Nighttime Journeys of a Boy

He longingly looked out of the window. It was well past his bedtime, but in an empty home, this did not matter. He was sitting by the window sill. It was dark and dreary as far as one could see. However, the sights from the streets did not interest the boy.

He looked straight at the white moon. It glowed magnificently without restraint. But it was tender and soothing, just like the beginnings of a beautiful, unexpected friendship.

Just like the bond between the boy and Dia, a forgetful, little one who lives on the moon.

With each spoken word and every stolen glance, the boy and Dia would retreat into a cocoon every night to enter into an enchanting world of their own, leaving the others behind.

He saw his forgetful friend sitting on top of the moon. Immediately, his eyes lit up with such warmth and kindness that could melt even the most resolute characters.

“What’s your name?”

“Dia,” she said.

“What do you do, Dia?”

“I spin yarns. And what do you do?”

“I bloom like a flower every day.” The boy’s lips parted into a charming smile, making Dia forget every tangled yarn.

“Don’t you wither away?”

“I do, but I blossom every night, when I look at the moon.”

Tonight, the moon truly felt like an unassailable queen of the night.