The Sleepy Little Cloud

High up in the sky lived a small, white, soft cloud. Her name was Nuba.

Every morning she played with the wind. She floated up, floated down and stretched out like a fluffy blanket. But one evening, as the sun began to hide, Nuba yawned.

“I’m a little bit sleepy,” she said.

The wind blew gently and carried her over a field of flowers.

“Goodnight, flowers,” she whispered.

The flowers closed their petals. One daisy snuggled up to another, and a tulip bowed its head.

Later on, Nuba floated over a little house. In one of the rooms, a baby was getting ready for bed. The baby’s blanket was blue with yellow stars.

The baby looked out of the window. Nuba gave a wink, even though clouds don’t really have eyes. Sometimes imagining it is enough.

“Goodnight, little one,” said Nuba.

The Moon slowly appeared and painted the edges of the cloud silver.

“You can rest now,” the Moon told her.

Nuba found a quiet spot between two stars. She made herself small, soft and round. The wind stopped blowing and the sky fell silent.

Before closing her eyes, Nuba looked down at the Earth. The flowers were sleeping, the fish were resting and the baby was hugging the blanket.

“How lovely the world is when everyone is resting,” she whispered.

And Nuba fell asleep, floating softly while the Moon watched over the night.