The Lullaby

I couldn’t sleep. 

I went out to talk to the Moon. The Moon was asleep. I got angry and woke it up. The Moon said I was mountaining the molehill. 

I apologized and said I’d been irritable ever since my doctor put me on an all meat diet. 

The Moon reached down, pulled me up to its surface, and laid me down on the soft Moon sand. 

I was asleep in seconds.