Mochi Monster

Lore

Mochi had taken in rather more moonlight than her small body had budgeted for. She could hear movements in walls, smell the edge of a dream, and sense where a foot might land before its owner had reached a decision. The world needed a volume knob.

Instead, she ran. Along the hall. Across a chair. Briefly along something that furniture experts insist is a ceiling. Her Frantic Zoomies left the room looking as though the room had also attempted them.

Inside all that noise was still Mochi. She could stop for a frightened friend, even when she could not stop for a table. Miso followed the trail and waited where her sister could find a familiar face.

Eventually, the enormous night became one small place to sit. Mochi settled beside her. The moon kept its orbit without assistance. Several household objects would need assistance, but morning seemed a reasonable time to discuss them.