How A Star Sleeps
All the stars were sleeping.
But one little star was too bright. Too bright to close her eyes.
"How do you sleep?" she asked the moon.
"Slowly," said the moon.
"Slowly?"
"Slowly," said the moon. "First you feel small. Then you feel still. Then you feel safe."
The little star felt small.
The little star felt still.
The little star felt safe.
Her light grew soft. And softer. And softest.
Goodnight, little star.
Goodnight.