Dear Luna,
You were still asleep—I could tell by the cute noises that you insist aren't snores that are coming from your tent. I'm just going to go for a short walk along the riverbank, and maybe enjoy the sunrise. If you wake up before I'm back, come find me. As I write this letter I'm filled with a profound sadness that we will have to leave the Amazon Basin and return to England. I am going to Dr. Creare about sending us back for another month or so. What do you think?
I hope you're dreaming sweet dreams,
Rolf