The moon smiled down at me while the blanket hugged me closer. I felt as snug as a bug in a rug. My small eyes twinkled with excitement as I heard the hushed footsteps of Mama coming up the stairs. I giggled in suspense, my small mind full of inexplicable joy. Mama picked me up gently, coddling me closer to her heart. Her heartbeat was soft and gentle, guiding my own heart with its gentle beat.
My Mama had dark black circles under her eyes, and her hands felt weathered and rough as they stroked my soft cheek. In my eyes, my Mama looked like the most beautiful woman in the world. With her light brown eyes hidden behind her peachy spectacles and her dark hair peppered with white stripes, she looked straight out of a runway fashion show to my childish mind. My eyelids started to get heavy as she began to hum my favorite lullaby, her voice a gentle breeze enveloping me in its currents.
I saw the starlight suckle the moon, and the room was as magical as it could possibly be, with its weathered walls lit up by moonlight and me cozy and safe in my Mama's arms.
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