Tiny Mouse sat in her little bed of soft grass and looked around.
"Goodnight, moon," she said. The moon glowed a little brighter.
"Goodnight, stars," she said. The stars twinkled back at her.
"Goodnight, tree," she said. The tree rustled its leaves gently.
"Goodnight, river," she said. The river burbled on quietly.
"Goodnight, flower," she said. The flower nodded its sleepy head.
Then Tiny Mouse lay down, pulled her soft grass blanket up to her nose, and closed her eyes.
Everything she loved was right there, close by.
And that made sleep feel very, very easy.
Goodnight.