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The dust sparkled, and the sharp, grinning shadow softened. It rounded its edges, turned from a monster into the shape of a sleepy, curled-up cat. The pointy horn became a floppy ear.

Her real name was too long to say with a human tongue, but she was the guardian of little boys' rooms after dark. Her job was simple: make sure the shadows stayed friendly.

And on the windowsill, for just a second after she vanished, a single silver hair sparkled in the moonlight before turning into a simple thread of dew. 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.

Ricky, just two years old, slept in a nest of blue blankets. His thumb had slipped from his mouth, and his breathing was the deep, even rhythm of a child who had run and laughed and stacked blocks until he simply ran out of day. The dust sparkled, and the sharp, grinning shadow softened

Then, a shimmer.

Ricky’s brow smoothed.

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.