His right foot touched the wooden deck, and his left followed swiftly behind. Both feet were bare so as to not disturb the night. He listened to the sound of his made-up waves steadily folding and swirling; bringing along his fictional breeze, tinged with salt.
He took a few steps forward until he reached the wooden railing. He lifted his index finger, and lightly traced the grain of the wood with an absent mind. He looked over the railings into his make-believe sea, and a reflection caught his eye, shimmering amongst the deep cobalt waves. He looked up and saw her: Luna.
Glowing with ethereal light, she was only worthy of dreams. Pinpoints of light were dotted all over Luna's black backdrop, adding the most beautiful finish to the illusion before him. Another breeze floated by, whispering a lullaby as it went.
He never took his eyes off Luna. She sometimes spoke to him and he loved it when she did. So he continued to stare, expectantly. There it was! He could hear her singing his favo