Alex was a normal boy. Quiet, but normal.
At least, that was Amy and Jack’s opinion. Alex parents.
At 8 years old, dear Alex liked more than anything to stay in his room and play with his toys.
“Marvelous child, indeed,” Uncle George said “To have such a well-behaved child!”
Uncle George didn’t have the same luck his brother Jack had. Instead, his daughters were feared in every social encounter he was to attend.
“Here comes the hurricane…” His neighbors would whisper when George’s daughters came by.
They yelled, rolled on the ground, and jumped between people. It appeared like poor George got the worst game in the “having a child” scenario. He even had a signature smile when his daughters made a ruckus. A big, bright “Oops” smile below his ginger mustache.
What Alex's parents or dear George didn’t know was that the silent child had a secret. A secret world of wonders.
All he needed was toys and some music to create his very own world of possibilities.
Once, Clair de Lune was playing. He had this little toy that resembled the waning moon and then he wondered, what if the moon fell from the sky?
Softly, caressing the yellow toy, he closed his brown eyes letting the feeling of his black hair caress his forehead and cuddle him into the depths of a new world.
It was a big open field filled with golden high grass. Smiling he walked the field, arms wide open, caressing the tips of the long bright vegetation with his fingertips. He laughed softly because it reminded him of the hair of his mother. Lifting his eyes he stared at the night sky.
“Hello, little Alex ~” A five-peaked yellow star greeted from the blackened background.
“Hello, twinkle little star!” Alex waved.
“Can you do us a favor? when we weren’t looking, a naughty little moon fell from our side! Can you help us find it? I think it’s somewhere around down there!” The star said, moving across the sky, searching, while leaving a shiny dust trail in her wake.
“Oh, ok! I’ll help!”
Alex clutched, using his little arms to look below the thick grass.
“Moonie moonie moonie…!” He called.
It was not an easy search. He knew the moon was also yellow, like the grass! How was he supposed to find it? With a sigh, he pulled his hands on his hips, like his father Jack did when it was late night and Alex hadn’t brushed his teeth already. It was at that moment when he saw an odd splendor ahead.
“Moonie?” He asked while running up ahead.
“Aw, you found me!” A clear soft voice complained.
A half-moon-sized like the little boy came from the thick vegetation and floated just above the field.
“There you are!” Twinkle star said, approaching from the sky. “You know you are not supposed to be here. You have to be up there, inspiring poets and musicians alike!”
“So booooring” The little moon whined, softly starting to come up the sky.
“You did it again, Alex! I knew I could count on you!” Twinkle Star said, following up.
Alex stood there, with his little chest bloated with pride having fulfilled his duty.
“You welcome, little star!” He said.
“Little star? What are you up to now little one?” Alex’s mother said, staring from the door.
“I was just helping Twinkle Star looking for the moon… because it fell” Alex answered, laughing and opening his eyes.
“Oh I see! I’ll tell NASA to give you a call in case that happens again!” She came into the room pulling the little boy in her arms while taking a little spin. They both laughed and hugged.
“Mom… do you think they are bored up there?”
“Who, sweetie?”
“The stars… the moon…”
“U-uh… Well, I think… “ Amy paused. It was a hard one. “You know, they are always dancing up there! Planets, stars, and the moon are always spinning, so I believe they are having a lot of fun!”.
“Oh… they dance?” Alex wondered. His big brown eyes opened like filling the new information into his world.
“Yeah!”
The next time Alex went into his world, the sky was dancing with bright kaleidoscope light. That time, he went dancing and spinning with the stars all day long.
