The Visit Nears Its End

The sky outside Mary’s window began to blush with shades of orange and pink, like a giant, friendly peach. It was a sure sign that Luna’s visit, as wonderful as it had been, was drawing to a close. A little pang of sadness tickled Mary’s tummy, but it was quickly followed by a warm, happy feeling, like a sunbeam spreading through her chest. She looked over at Luna, who was sitting on the floor, gently stroking Snowy’s soft fur. Starry, tucked beside Luna’s leg, let out a tiny, contented purr.

“It’s getting late,” Mary said softly, not wanting to break the peaceful moment.

Luna looked up, her bright blue eyes a little hazy with sleepiness. “I know,” she replied, her voice a little quiet. “Snowy and Starry are starting to get sleepy too. Look!” She pointed to Snowy, who was stretching languidly, his back arching like a tiny, furry bridge. Starry, meanwhile, had curled into a fluffy ball, her little white tail twitching occasionally in a dream.