8 years old.
She woke up in her dream and ate the crescent moon. She ate
it whole, and as it settled inside her stomach, she began to float. Her stomach
grew bigger and bigger that it lifted her up above a bright star that shone
more than the rest. Her insides started to glow. Her veins, like tree branches,
lit up into luminous streams all over her body. She flew with a big belly among
the planets; she spread her arms and embraced the open space, freedom.
Then she heard a heartbeat from her stomach. And there she
saw another person, its hands not much bigger than hers, its feet not much
bigger than hers. The luminous light from her veins stopped glowing, and she
held her stomach with fear, as the brightest star died into a faint light and
the universe folded into a used bed.
She went back to sleep in her reality.
