Silverlight Terrace my only friend was the man on the moon, and even sometimes he would go away too.

She didn't like the way her gut rolled, oh no, because even though she was laying down now it seemed as if the world kept spinning anyway.  The contents of her stomach threatened to come up — she was smaller than Screech and should have watched how many she had eaten, for sure.

'M fine, she said miserably, crawling towards him on the grass.  Tell me.. what it means, she said almost desperately, trying to get her mind off of the way the whole world was bright and silver and spinning.