The Blanket of Stars

Previously

…He snuggled down into the moss and dandelion fluff, pulling his own, much smaller, much warmer blanket up to his chin. He closed his eyes, but this time, he didn’t try to block out the light. Instead, he let it in. He let the gentle, rhythmic twinkle of the stars filter through his eyelids. And as he listened, the incessant twinkling began to change. It wasn't a noise anymore. It was a lullaby. A soft, shimmering chorus of goodnights, whispering down from the vast, dark expanse above. The stars, his bright, giggly, once-so-annoying stars, were singing him to sleep. And Barnaby, the bear who loved his cozy bed, finally drifted off into a deep, star-dusted slumber.