Mia and the Sleepy Stars
Mia stood at her window. The sky was almost dark. One star blinked on, then two, then ten. "Hello, stars," she whispered.
She wondered where stars went in the daytime. Did they sleep? Did they have beds? Mia decided to ask them. She closed her eyes and made a wish: "Stars, can I visit you?"
When she opened her eyes, she was floating. The room was gone. She was up in the sky, standing on something soft like cloud. All around her, stars hummed a low, sleepy tune.
A big golden star drifted close. "We do sleep," it said in a voice like a yawn. "We sleep all day. Then we wake up and shine for you." Mia touched the star. It was warm, like her blanket fresh from the dryer.
"But now," the star said, "we're getting sleepy again. When children go to bed, we start to rest too." The star's light dimmed just a little. Mia yawned. The star yawned back.
"Time for both of us to sleep," Mia said. She felt the cloud lower her gently back down. She was in her bed. Outside the window, the stars blinked slow and soft. Mia pulled her blanket up to her chin. "Goodnight, stars," she whispered. The stars didn't answer. They were already asleep.
The end. Sleep well.