My dear Luna

It all started during a full moon, full of love that illuminates us when the light at the end of the tunnel fades.
I was a 10 year old boy reading a book about dinosaurs, I loved those gigantic animals so much. Looking at that book, I imagined a story for each dinosaur.
My room was full of stories floating in the air, full of these voices but remaining in absolute silence. That book was full of dinosaurs. I had read many books about dinosaurs but that one in particular talked about some specimens that I had never seen in any other book.
I realized that I had forgotten to leave the shutters open, so I stopped reading and went over to the window. Out there the air was slightly cold and the sky was dotted with very bright stars, but the thing that shone the most that night was the moon.
I remained still staring at it for a long time before closing the shutters.
I was and still am an only child, I had no friends and so I imagined a beautiful angelic girl appearing from the window. I imagined her as the most beautiful girl possible, just like an angel. So I started to think about how I wanted her: skin as white as snow, blue eyes like precious stones and long blond hair.
With a transparent nightgown that lets you see the underwear she's wearing.
I imagined the nightgown with lots of beautiful roses at the bottom and some smaller roses towards the end of the top. I imagined her panties in white or blue with a small pink bow and they were sewn elegantly. The bra was also white or blue, it had no use in supporting but more of a factor of elegance and privacy.
Her little face was the sweetest thing you could imagine. I also imagined her as if she were pouting, puffy cheeks, slightly blushing and with lightning eyes.
I imagined her walking on air, appearing out of nowhere with the moon behind her illuminating her. Barefoot and elegant in her movements.
I imagined her leaning against my window looking for someone to play with. Sitting on the roor next to the window looking away, letting me see her body in profile.
A magnificent view, too erotic for the boy I was. I had created a perfect scene, I find pleasure in imagining a friend who also gave pleasure to the eye.
But then I thought and thought again, I had created this character and I was even giving her a story but I hadn't given her a name yet, like a flash of genius I named her Luna, which in Italian can be understood as the moon.