The Blanket Fort To The Moon

The sun went down, but Luna was wide awake. His thick black and white tail wagged fast. Thump, thump, thump. He ran around the sunny yard all day, and now his paws wanted to keep playing. Luna dragged soft pillows and heavy blankets across the rug. He pushed them with his prominent black nose, building a giant, cozy fort. He wiggled inside, his bright blue eyes wide with excitement. But the back of the fort did not end at the sofa. The blankets parted like a curtain, revealing a hidden, glowing door. Luna pushed the door open. A cool breeze ruffled his pristine double coat. He stepped out of his living room and into a secret, silvery forest. Tall trees swayed slowly. Soft, glowing fireflies blinked in the dark. Luna was not in his house anymore. He was far away, and his heart beat very, very fast.