Little Milo the mouse was snuggled in his tiny bed made of soft cotton fluff. The moonbeams peeked through the crack under the door, making sleepy shapes on the floor. Milo closed his eyes tight, feeling cozy and safe.
He thought about the day. He had helped collect seeds and nuts with his family. He had played quiet games near his mouse hole. And just before settling down, he had smelled something lovely and sweet wafting from the Big House kitchen.
It was a tiny crumb of something brown and wonderful. A chocolate crumb! He had only nibbled the very, very tiniest bit, but the sweet taste and the lovely smell stayed with him. It felt like a little bit of warm happiness inside.
As Milo got sleepier and sleepier, the lovely chocolate smell seemed to drift into his dreams, mixing with the soft darkness of his eyelids. He wasn't in his bed anymore, not really. He was floating gently in a warm, sweet, peaceful air.
Below him, the world looked like a picture made of chocolate! There were rolling hills that looked like smooth milk chocolate, curving gently towards the horizon. Tall, friendly trees stood with leaves that looked like neat little dark chocolate squares.
A sparkly river flowed gently through the chocolatey landscape. It didn't make a rushing sound, just a quiet, soft shimmer like melted chocolate flowing under the moonlight. Milo smiled in his sleep, feeling warm and calm.
Little chocolate birds with tiny crumb wings sang sweet, quiet lullabies from the branches of the chocolate trees. Gentle chocolate clouds floated in the soft sky, looking like fluffy whipped cream, moving very, very slowly.
Everything was soft and quiet and smelled so good, like the coziest, sweetest hug. Milo floated higher and higher, watching the beautiful, sweet, chocolatey world drift by below him like a beautiful, quiet painting.
He felt safe and happy and warm, wrapped in the lovely dream. He didn't need to eat anything; just seeing and smelling the sweet world was enough to make his dream heart feel full and content.
The chocolate hills grew softer around the edges, the chocolate river flowed quieter, the chocolate clouds became even fluffier and dreamier. The sweet smell became a gentle, sleepy lullaby, whispering 'sleep now, little one'.
Milo snuggled deeper into his dream, feeling perfectly peaceful and relaxed. He knew this sweet, wonderful place was just for him, here in his sleep, whenever he closed his eyes tight.
And so, Little Milo the mouse slept soundly, tucked into his soft bed, dreaming sweet, gentle dreams of a wonderful world made just for him, a world smelling softly and sweetly of lovely, peaceful chocolate. Goodnight, Milo. Sleep tight.