My daughter wants the moon

O Evie.

At the beach. The moon is shining, pretty in the night sky above us.
You see it's pale light from within the cabin. You point at it and snore. That's what you do when you see the moon; is it sleeping? You call it with you hands, as of saying you want it.
Daddy tries to get close to it but he can't give it to you. You cry. He says he would give it to you if he could. We run in the shack... Another good night sleep...