Once upon a time, as Flora snuggled into her cozy bed, she felt a little crinkle under her pillow. It was a tiny map, shimmering like a moonbeam! It wasn't made of paper, but a soft, glowing leaf. A sparkly path was drawn on it, starting from her window and leading to the big willow tree in her garden. It was a secret night-time adventure, just for her.

Tiptoeing quietly, Flora followed the map's glowing line. The garden was hushed and silver in the moonlight. Little fireflies saw her and blinked their lights, becoming tiny, floating lanterns to guide her way. They danced around her, making no sound at all as they led her across the soft, cool grass. The air smelled sweet, like sleepy flowers.

The map's path ended at the base of the whispering willow tree. There, nestled amongst the roots, was a patch of moss that was softer than any blanket. It glowed with a very gentle, sleepy light. The fireflies settled on the willow branches above, their lights pulsing slowly, like little heartbeats. The leaves of the willow rustled a soft, shushing lullaby.

Flora knew this was the treasure the map had promised. She curled up on the mossy bed, and the gentle light made her eyelids feel heavy. The willow tree whispered stories of dreamy clouds and faraway stars. The whole garden was tucking her in for the night. And as Flora closed her eyes, her little adventure drifted away... into a deep... and peaceful... sleep.