Better Luna
It was a blue and red bird, with feathers that shimmered in the morning light.
Mia felt a sense of wonder as she watched the bird, admiring its beauty and grace. She wondered what kind of bird it was and where it had come from. She sat up in bed, careful not to wake Aspen, and leaned closer to the window to get a better look.
The bird seemed to sense her presence and turned its head to look at her. Mia felt a connection with the bird, as if it was trying to communicate with her. She smiled, feeling a sense of peace and joy wash over her.