In a quiet forest where the trees hummed soft lullabies, a tiny cottage glowed with golden evening light. Inside, baby Ria yawned so wide that even the fireflies outside wanted to yawn with her.

Her mother rocked her gently, whispering, “Tonight, the forest will send you the sweetest dreams.” Ria blinked sleepily, wondering how dreams could walk all the way from the woods to her little crib.

Outside on the garden fence, a ginger cat named Miro kept night watch with shining, careful eyes. He was the quiet guardian of Ria’s dreams, making sure only the gentle ones could pass.

Miro flicked his tail and sent a soft purr into the air. The sound floated through the window like a warm blanket, wrapping itself around the sleepy baby’s toes.

Far away, a white seagull named Sela flew above the sleepy sea, catching moonlight on her wings. She carried a tiny silver bell that rang only for children who were ready to dream.

When the bell chimed once, waves slowed down. When it chimed twice, the stars brightened. With the third soft chime, Sela turned toward the forest, following the trail of Ria’s gentle yawns.

In the little cottage, Ria’s mother cuddled her close and kissed her soft forehead. “Close your eyes,” she murmured, “and let the world grow quiet around you.”

The ticking clock, the sighing kettle, even the rustling curtains seemed to whisper goodnight. Ria’s eyelids fluttered as if they were tiny wings learning how to fold for sleep.

As Ria drifted toward dreaming, a kind night-knight rode out beneath the silver moon. His armor shone softly, not to scare anyone, but to light up lonely shadows.

He promised to stand guard beside the cottage door, his shield reflecting starlight. “Sleep bravely, little one,” he whispered, “I will chase away every grumpy thought that tries to bother you.”

Under the roots of an old oak tree, a tiny mouse named Mimu packed a glowing seed into his satchel. The seed held a cozy dream of warm blankets and soft pillows.

Mimu scampered through mossy tunnels and over sleepy roots until he reached the cottage wall. With a little hop and a giggle, he slipped the glowing dream right under Ria’s pillow.

Miro leapt down from the fence and curled up on the windowsill, his fur glowing like a little sunset. He listened to the soft breathing inside and purred a slow, sleepy song.

Every purr was a gentle “hush,” rolling across the room like waves of calm. The shadows yawned and sat down quietly, deciding to rest until morning.

Ria’s mother looked down at her baby, now tucked safely beneath a tiny quilt of stars. A peaceful smile drifted across her face like a cloud sailing a calm sky.

She knew the forest, the sea, and all the night friends were working together. “Thank you,” she whispered to the quiet room, “for carrying her gently into sleep.”

In Ria’s dream, a soft island floated high above the clouds, covered in pillows made of dandelion fluff. Mimu the mouse and Miro the cat played tag softly so they wouldn’t wake the stars.

Sela the seagull circled above, sprinkling sleepy starlight that felt like tiny kisses on Ria’s cheeks. The island rocked like a cradle, and every rock whispered, “Rest… rest… rest.”

When morning finally tiptoed into the forest, golden light brushed the cottage windows. Ria opened her eyes with a tiny stretch, cheeks rosy from a night full of gentle adventures.

The knight, the mouse, the seagull, and the watchful cat all faded back into the quiet day. But their promise remained, ready to return every night the moment Ria’s eyes grew heavy with sleep.