The Moonlight Library
Books can take us anywhere.
Every night after bedtime, Nia heard a soft tapping at her window. Tap, tap, tap.
One night, she opened the curtain and saw a silver moth carrying a tiny library card. “For Nia,” the card read.
The moth fluttered toward the moon. Nia followed its glow down the hallway, through the kitchen, and into the backyard, where a staircase of moonbeams had appeared.
At the top was a library floating in the sky. The shelves were made of clouds. The lamps were stars. The librarian was an owl wearing round glasses.
“Welcome,” said the owl. “Tonight's books are especially curious.”
Nia opened a book about oceans and smelled salty waves. She opened a book about dinosaurs and heard distant stomps. She opened a book about kindness and saw children helping one another in every corner of the world.
When morning came, Nia woke in her bed with one silver feather on her pillow.
At breakfast, her mother asked, “Did you sleep well?”
Nia smiled. “I think I traveled.”