Once upon a time, in a meadow filled with moonbeams, lived a tiny firefly named Flicker. Flicker had a very special mission tonight. He wasn't looking for shiny dewdrops or sweet nectar; he was on an adventure to find the softest, fluffiest cloud in the whole night sky to rest upon.

With a happy little buzz, Flicker flew up, up, up, past the sleeping daisies and towering oak trees. He saw the stars winking at him like tiny, sparkling friends. A wise old owl, perched on a branch, hooted softly, "The coziest clouds are just past the North Star, little one. They look like giant pillows of spun sugar."

Flicker thanked the owl and flew towards the brightest star. And there they were! The clouds were even softer than he had imagined. He chose one that looked especially cozy and landed gently. It was like sinking into the warmest, softest blanket ever. The cloud rocked him slowly, back and forth, back and forth.

Curled up on his cloud bed, Flicker's little light began to dim into a soft, sleepy glow. The quiet night air hummed a gentle lullaby, and the moon pulled a silvery blanket over him. Flicker closed his eyes, drifting into sweet dreams. And now, my dear Friend, it's your turn to drift off to sleep, too. Goodnight.