Goodnight Moon

Barnaby the bunny was feeling very, very sleepy.

His eyelids felt heavy, like tiny little blankets. He snuggled closer to his mommy, who was tucking him into his warm, soft bed. The covers were pulled up to his chin, and he felt safe and cozy.

"Time for sleep, my little one," his mommy whispered, giving him a gentle kiss on his forehead. Barnaby yawned a big, wide yawn. He looked around his room, a room he knew so well, filled with all his favorite things. First, he looked at his soft, blue blanket.

It was his favorite blanket, the one that always made him feel extra warm. "Goodnight, soft blanket," he whispered. Then, his eyes found Mr. Snuggles, his fluffy brown teddy bear, sitting patiently on his pillow.

"Goodnight, Mr. Snuggles," Barnaby mumbled, giving the bear a little pat. Mr. Snuggles seemed to smile back.

Next, Barnaby looked at the little wooden train on his shelf. It had bright red wheels and a shiny black engine. He had played with it all day. "Goodnight, little train," he said quietly.

And then, he looked at the warm lamp on his bedside table, casting a soft glow across the room.

"Goodnight, warm lamp," he whispered, feeling the gentle light on his face. Barnaby turned his head and looked out his big window. The night sky was a deep, dark blue, like a velvet cloth.

He could see the tall, quiet trees swaying ever so gently in the soft breeze. "Goodnight, tall trees," he whispered, imagining them sleeping peacefully outside. Above the trees, tiny, sparkling lights dotted the sky. "Goodnight, twinkling stars," he said, his voice barely a whisper.

Each star seemed to wink back at him. And then, he saw it.

The big, bright moon, hanging high in the sky like a friendly lantern. It was round and full, shining down with a soft, silvery light.

"Goodnight, big, bright moon," Barnaby said, feeling a warm, peaceful feeling spread through him. The moon seemed to glow a little brighter, as if saying goodnight back. Barnaby yawned again, a long, sleepy yawn that stretched his little bunny mouth wide. His eyes felt heavier than ever.

He snuggled deeper into his soft bed, feeling the warmth of his blanket and the gentle presence of Mr. Snuggles beside him. The soft glow from the lamp and the silvery light from the moon filled his room with a comforting calm. He closed his eyes, and a peaceful quiet settled over him.

Barnaby was no longer thinking about his blanket, or Mr. Snuggles, or the little train, or the trees, or the stars, or even the big, bright moon. He was just feeling sleepy. Very, very sleepy.

And as he drifted off, he imagined soft clouds and gentle breezes, and he knew he would have the sweetest dreams. Goodnight, Barnaby. Goodnight, moon.