The Sleepy Little Star

High up in the night sky, there lived a tiny star named Twinkle. Unlike all the other stars who loved to shine bright all night long, Twinkle was different. She would yawn and flicker, struggling to keep her light glowing.

"I'm so sleepy," Twinkle would say, her light dimming just a little.

The Moon, who watched over all the stars, noticed little Twinkle struggling. "Why don't you rest, little one?" the Moon asked gently.

"But stars are supposed to shine all night!" Twinkle protested, even as another yawn escaped her.

The Moon smiled wisely. "Even stars need rest sometimes. Look down there." The Moon pointed to a fluffy cloud drifting by, soft as cotton candy and white as fresh snow.

Twinkle floated down to the cloud. It was the softest, coziest thing she had ever felt. She snuggled deep into its fluffy folds.

"Will the children miss my light?" she asked sleepily.

"They're sleeping too," the Moon whispered. "And when they dream, they dream of little stars just like you, resting peacefully on clouds."

Twinkle smiled, her light becoming a gentle glow. "That's a lovely thought," she murmured.

And so, every night, if you look up at the sky and see a star that seems to twinkle a little softer than the rest, you'll know it's little Twinkle, the sleepy star, having the sweetest dreams on her cozy cloud bed.

The End