The moon is not enough to light up the room or scare away the "monsters." At 21, I still struggle with sleeping in the quiet and hollow darkness. It is lonely, cold, and stern—a void of nothingness as my eyes try to seek comfort in anything. Anchored to nothing, like a tattered boat on unforgiving and stormy seas, I sigh. I wish upon the stars that hang diligently in the sky for a cure, and that cure is found in the short-statured glow-in-the-dark figures. Smiski's stand at 2 inches tall and about 1.5 inches wide. They hold the same expressions (•_•) yet manage to display life in unexpected ways. These small creatures breathe life into my barren room, offering me companionship as they peek from behind books or simply sit and enjoy a rest. As I sleep, their life seems to begin; they softly glow, as if whispering to one another, lulling me to sleep as if I were a child being read a storybook. And in those moments when I feel most alone, it dawns on me that these small lights illuminate my life, offering me a chance to brave the night.