Some nights the whole sky is just soft clouds and one small sleeper. This bear is curled inside a red basket, one paw tucked under his chin, eyes shut, completely gone. There's a little star and a flower resting beside him in the basket like he collected them on the way to bed. The background is peach with puffy clouds scattered everywhere and one big scalloped circle framing the whole scene, like a moon someone cut out with scissors. I've stood under skies like this. Not real ones. The kind you find in quiet houses at two in the morning when the hallway light is on and everyone else is asleep. It holds the same hush. Small, warm, and completely unaware of the world. The clouds have stitched outlines, tiny dashed borders, like a nursery mobile. Even the stars look hand-drawn. The basket is deep red with a ribbon tied at the front, soft as a bow on a gift. His ears are folded back in sleep. Nothing here is in a hurry. The clouds are exactly the puffy kind you'd wish on. I made one anyway. Sleep well, little one. #bear #sleepy #clouds #night
