Luna stared at what she had typed. She reread it a couple of times before she was convinced that she should post what she had written. It was quite absurd for her to say anything nice about Mrs. Chandler. Usually, she would either post something she feared about the old woman or nothing at all. I guess I misjudged her, she shrugged as she turned off her computer. She went over to her closet to change into a pair of knee-high shorts and a cotton white t-shirt, and then she climbed her bed. She, once again, stared at the shadowy ceiling as it filled with images of familiar characters that she had concocted from her imagination. The ceiling had become alive with vivid shadowy images of the Witch of the Waste, Sophie and Wizard Howl. After some time, Luna closed her eyes and then the images became more colorful and more vivid as dreamland welcomed her.