Some of the mystifying things Esther has yelled in her sleep since moving here (exactly one month ago):
“I want the moon to kill me!”
“I don’t want to die, I want to eat potatoes!”
“The moon will die! The sun will die!”
(These were from three different nights)
From last night (both in very distraught voice):
“Why is the moon made of the moon?!”
“Why does God want the moon?!”

