A tiny spider named Silk discovers the moon is a bouncing ball of soft light. Every night, it rolls across the sky, and Silk wants to catch it—gently, slowly, with threads of silver.
A tiny spider who spins threads to touch the moon’s soft light.
His threads are silver and stretch forever.
Your blanket hummed soft. The hum turned to light. Silk was small. The moon bounced soft. It went up, up. Silk stretched a thread. The thread went high. The moon bounced soft. Silk waited. The moon came down. The moon bounced soft. Silk touched it. The moon was warm. Silk held on. The moon went up. Silk went up too. The sky was soft. Silk closed his eyes. The moon stopped. Silk slept. And the dream slowly... slowly... faded away.
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