In a cozy room filled with soft moonlight, a child named Friend was getting ready for bed. Tucked under the pillow was a very special seashell, smooth and pearly. When Friend held it to their ear, it didn't sound like the ocean. Instead, it whispered a tiny, secret invitation. "Come on an adventure," it hummed, "to the garden of sleepy stars."

Friend quietly slipped out of bed, holding the whispering shell. The floor felt cool and the house was hushed and still. Following the shell's soft hum, Friend tiptoed to the window. Outside, the garden wasn't ordinary at all. The flowers were all closed up, sleeping, and the grass was sparkling with dew, like it was covered in tiny diamonds.

The shell's whisper grew even softer, like a lullaby. It led Friend's gaze up, up, up to the deep blue sky. And there, hanging like tiny, glowing fruits from the sky, were the sleepy stars. They twinkled slowly, gently pulsing with a warm, peaceful light. One little star blinked right at Friend, as if to say, "It's time to rest now."

Friend felt a big, cozy yawn stretch from their toes to their nose. The sleepy stars made their eyelids feel so heavy. Tiptoeing back to bed, Friend tucked the shell back under the pillow and snuggled deep under the covers. The stars kept twinkling in their dreams, whispering goodnight... goodnight... as Friend drifted softly... soundly... to sleep.