Mimi tucked her moon pillow under her chin and listened to the quiet hum of the night.
Outside the window, silver clouds drifted like sleepy boats. Mimi whispered goodnight to the stars one by one.
A baby owl blinked from the tree and hooted a tiny lullaby. Even the leaves sounded like soft claps in the dark.
Mimi imagined her bed floating gently across the sky, passing the moon, the stars, and a cloud shaped like a bunny.
Before she knew it, her eyes closed and her breath became calm and slow. The moon tucked a pale beam across her blanket like a goodnight kiss.
