In a quiet little harbor, where the water was as smooth as glass, lived a small wooden boat named Pip. As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in sleepy colors of orange and purple, Pip dreamed of a grand adventure. He wanted to sail out and say hello to the first star that appeared in the twilight sky.

With a soft nudge from a friendly little wave, Pip began to drift away from the shore. He bobbed gently, listening to the soft *shush, shush* of the water against his sides. Above him, a tiny silver star twinkled, as if winking just at him. 'Hello, star,' Pip whispered, his little flag fluttering softly in the evening breeze.

More and more stars began to appear, sprinkling the deep blue sky like glitter. The moon rose, big and round, casting a sleepy, silver path across the water. Pip floated along this moonbeam road, feeling very cozy and safe. The gentle rocking of the sea felt like being tucked into bed, and Pip let out a tiny, sleepy yawn.

Drifting under the blanket of stars, Pip’s eyelids felt very heavy. The adventure had been wonderful, but now it was time to rest. The waves whispered a soft lullaby as he closed his eyes and drifted into sweet, gentle dreams. Just like you, Friend, it is time to close your eyes and drift away to dreamland. Goodnight.