“take me to the moon.” it became my only goal give her the world then fly her to the moon i finally watched her smile i hadnt seen her eyes squint her nose scrunch or her cheeks glow in years i was her nightlight the light amongst her desolate perception After years of her seeing complete and utter darkness something in her had brightened i saw her get better slowly, but surely i felt myself slip away as her darkness slowly faded away so did i i knew my purpose. get her through the night then fade away as the brightness of the sun softly slips through her window after all what is the purpose of a nightlight after the sun comes up? so to the person who becomes her sun remember she loves the night she adores the silhouettes of the trees and the chilly breeze but most importantly? she loves the moon so take her to the moon for me, ok?