Flora and the Dream-Drifter

Once upon a time, nestled in her cozy bed, a brave little adventurer named Flora closed her eyes and found herself aboard a tiny boat made of moonlight. It was called the 'Dream-Drifter', and it bobbed gently on the Silver Shimmer River, ready to carry her on a secret nighttime journey. With a happy little sigh, Flora pushed off from the shore, the water sparkling with starlight all around her.

The Dream-Drifter floated past the Whispering Willows, whose long, silvery leaves brushed against the water, making soft shushing sounds. Tiny, glowing fireflies danced in the air, lighting up the path like friendly lanterns. Flora trailed her fingers in the cool water, watching the ripples glow as the willows whispered secrets of sleepy stars and sleepy clouds.

Soon, the river opened into the quiet Moonpetal Lagoon. Giant lily pads floated like soft green beds on the still, glassy water. The big, kind moon watched over everything, casting a gentle, sleepy glow. The Dream-Drifter slowed to a stop, rocking ever so gently... back... and forth... like a cradle.

Flora yawned a big, sleepy yawn, feeling so cozy and safe in her little boat. The gentle rocking... the soft moonlight... and the quiet of the lagoon made her eyelids feel very, very heavy. She snuggled down, closed her eyes, and drifted away into the most peaceful, wonderful dreams. Goodnight, Flora.