Once upon a time, as the sun painted the sky in soft sleepy colors, a little cloud named Puffy floated high above the world.
Puffy loved bedtime. But tonight, Puffy wanted a brand new story, one nobody had ever heard before.
He looked down at the rooftops and trees, hoping a story would float up to him. But only quiet sleepy sounds drifted by.
Then, a wise old moonbeam whispered, "Puffy, dear, stories aren't always found. Sometimes, you make them up right here,"
The moonbeam tapped gently on Puffy's soft cloudy head. Puffy thought hard. How could he make up a story?
He closed his fluffy cloud eyes and thought about things he loved. He loved gentle breezes and the quiet twinkle of the first stars.
So, Puffy imagined a tiny boat, made from a sleeping flower petal, floating on a calm little puddle.
A little sleepy ladybug climbed into the petal boat. She wanted to sail to the biggest, fluffiest dandelion puff in the whole meadow.
The petal boat drifted slowly, guided by the kindest, quietest breeze. It passed by whispering grass and stones warmed by the last sunbeam.
The sleepy ladybug saw fireflies blinking their soft, sleepy lights, like tiny stars coming down to say goodnight.
Finally, the petal boat reached the giant dandelion puff. It was soft and gentle, perfect for resting.
The sleepy ladybug snuggled down into the dandelion fluff, watching the moon climb higher and higher in the dark blue sky.
Puffy the cloud smiled. He had made up his very own story! It was quiet and soft and made him feel very cozy.
Making up the story felt like wrapping himself in an extra warm blanket.
With his brand new, gentle story tucked inside his fluffy head, Puffy felt himself getting sleepier and sleepier.
He drifted gently in the night sky, the dandelion puff story floating right beside him.
Soon, Puffy was not just imagining a sleepy journey; he was on one, floating softly into a peaceful cloud dream, made special by the story he created.