High up in the quiet fairytale sky lived a very small, very bright star named Twinkle. All day and all night, Twinkle did his job shining his light down on the sleepy fairytale land below. He made the knight's armor sparkle just a little brighter, helped the little forest sprites find their way home, and put a tiny gleam on the scales of the sleepy river dragon. But tonight, after a long day of twinkling, Twinkle was starting to feel a little bit sleepy himself.
Twinkle yawned a tiny star yawn. His bright points felt just a little dull around the edges, like a sleepy child's eyes before bedtime. "It's time for a little star like me to get ready for sleep," he whispered to the quiet clouds drifting by. Getting ready for bed in the fairytale sky was very important. First, he gave one last gentle sparkle, just enough to say goodnight to the sleeping castle towers and the quiet gnome homes.
Next, Twinkle needed to find his coziest spot. Some stars liked to sleep nestled in soft, puffy clouds, like fluffy pillows. Others preferred a quiet corner of the inky-blue sky, away from the busier star highways. Twinkle liked to find a spot where he could feel the gentle warmth left over from the sun's long day, a place that felt safe and snug.
As Twinkle drifted towards his favorite sleeping spot, he saw his friend, the crescent moon, hanging lazily in the sky. "Goodnight, Moon!" Twinkle called softly. The moon blinked a sleepy eye. He saw a sleepy fairy closing the petals of a giant flower below. "Goodnight, little fairy!" he murmured. Saying goodnight to his friends made Twinkle feel happy and calm inside.
Finally, Twinkle found his perfect spot. It was near a particularly soft, pink-tinged cloud that felt like a marshmallow. He snuggled down, letting his points soften and his light grow dim. He thought about all the good twinkling he had done that day, helping the world feel a little brighter and a little safer.
Twinkle closed his little star eyes. The quiet sky felt like a big, gentle blanket tucking him in. He listened to the soft whispers of the wind and the gentle hum of the sleeping world. He felt safe and warm and very, very sleepy. Soon, Twinkle the little star was dreaming sweet, quiet dreams, waiting for the morning sun to gently wake him for another day of twinkling in the beautiful fairytale sky.