Pillows cuddly, blanket snug.
Toss, turn—gaze out the window,
stare up, up above.
Calling out for sleep,
but these verses answered me instead.
Oh, it's the moon.
The moon's messing with my head.

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A U T H O R ' S     N O T E

These are thoughts born under the moon's glow, when sheep has run out, and sleep's a child playing hide and seek with the mind.

Some moonlit verses from a pillow-hugging girl. Whether they make sense or not—you be the judge. Enjoy!

P.S. May your year be filled with more magic, more beautiful friendships and love. Don't stop dreaming.

- Mia

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