The Blanket of Stars

Previously

…He let the soft light seep in, no longer an intruder, but a gentle companion. The stars were not a problem to be solved, but a beautiful, nightly ritual. He imagined their light reaching out, a soft, warm embrace across the darkness. He felt the warmth of his own blanket, the softness of his pillow, and the gentle, twinkling serenade of the stars. A contented sigh escaped him, a soft rumble in his chest. His eyelids grew heavy, his breathing deepened, and the last thing Barnaby the bear registered before drifting off into the deepest, most peaceful sleep was the comforting, silent song of the stars, a blanket of light woven just for him.