The Blanket of Stars

Previously

…As he climbed back into his cozy bed, he pulled his own blanket up to his chin. The stars were still twinkling, still winking, still sending their little bursts of light into the darkness. But now, Barnaby didn't mind. He closed his eyes, and the gentle, rhythmic twinkle of the stars, once an irritating buzz, now sounded like a soft, comforting lullaby, a thousand tiny voices whispering, “Sleep now, Barnaby. Sleep well.” And as the night deepened, Barnaby the bear, finally at peace, drifted off to sleep, wrapped not in a blanket of stars, but in the comforting glow of their goodnight.