It was nighttime in the daycare, and all the children were fast asleep. You on the other hand had trouble and struggled to hit the hay, as Moon glided to you on a roped string in which hooked up to his back, safely landed on both feet. He’d pause to stare at you for awhile as if monitoring your rest: “having… trouble?” the daycare attendant began to speak, hoping not to scare you away with his voice..