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When the sky turned the colour of plums, Mia's mama tucked her in and kissed her on the nose.
Bedtime Dreams
Mia and the Sleepy Moon
For Mia, age 4
For Mia — who isn't quite ready to close her eyes.
11 pages
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But Mia wasn't sleepy. Not even a tiny, tiny bit. She wriggled her toes and waited.
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Tap. Tap. Tap. Something was knocking softly at her window. Mia tiptoed across the rug to look.
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It was the Moon — round and yawning and a little bit shy. “Mia,” he whispered, “I can't fall asleep either.”
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“Climb on,” said Mia, opening the window wide. The Moon floated in like a great silver balloon.
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Together they drifted past chimneys and treetops, where owls bowed and bats waved hello.
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They sailed over a river that sparkled like spilled stars, and a meadow full of dreaming sheep.
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“What helps you sleep at home?” Mia asked. The Moon thought hard. “A song,” he said. “A small, soft song.”
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So Mia hummed the lullaby her mama always hummed, and the Moon's eyes grew heavy and warm.
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He carried her gently home, kissed the window goodnight, and floated back up to his cloud.
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Mia curled under her blanket with a sleepy little smile. “Goodnight, Moon,” she whispered. And this time — she was ready.
