Flora had a very special friend named Barnaby. He wasn't just any teddy bear; he had one shiny button eye that her dad had sewn on, and a soft, fuzzy tummy perfect for the biggest hugs. Every night, Flora would tell Barnaby all about her day – about the tall tower she built with blocks and the sweet strawberry she found in the garden. Barnaby was the best listener in the whole wide world.

Tonight, after her dad tucked her in with a soft kiss on her forehead, Flora and Barnaby snuggled close and looked out the window. The moon was a bright, smiling sliver in the dark sky, and tiny stars twinkled like scattered glitter. "Look, Barnaby," Flora whispered, "the stars are winking goodnight just for us."

Flora pulled the warm, cozy blanket up to her chin, making a little tent for her and Barnaby. It felt so safe and soft inside. She could hear the quiet hum of the house settling down for the night. Her eyelids started to feel so heavy, like little sleepy curtains getting ready to close. She gave Barnaby one last, sleepy squeeze.

Drifting... drifting away... Flora and her fuzzy friend floated together on a soft, quiet cloud, on their way to sweet, happy dreams. Goodnight, dear Flora. Goodnight, Barnaby. Sleep tight.