The Blanket of Stars

Previously

…He pushed himself up, his fuzzy paws feeling a little less heavy. He glanced one last time at the twinkling sky. The stars were still there, still shining, but now, their light felt less like an intrusion and more like… a gentle farewell. A chorus of tiny goodnights, sung in light. Barnaby yawned, a big, genuine bear yawn this time. He padded away from the window, leaving the stars to their nightly performance. His cozy bed was still waiting, and maybe, just maybe, it was time to try sleeping again, with the stars’ gentle goodnights as his very own, very bright, lullaby.