What’s My Name?

#226/365 Paintings

I don’t know what I am or what my name is, but I like it here. Even though my home has 3 brown moons and yours just has one pale moon, I am growing accustomed to how it lights my way at night at it’s fullest. I like how everything here is in motion. I especially like the ritual of food gatherings. We don’t have that where I come from.

I do have one question: How long do I need to be here before I can say “I love you” without it being, uh, as you say… creepy?

I can’t wait.