Before going to sleep Chris always imagined that he was somewhere else. Sometimes he was on the beach, sometimes in a forest with granny. One night he was in bed and looked up to the moon. He imagined that he was on the moon. Suddenly he started to cry. His mother came into the room and asked what was wrong. Chris cried, “Mom, I was on the moon, but could not breathe. There is no air on the moon.” His mother smiled, “Oh, your imagination. You are safe in your bed”.