The Mouse Who Followed a Whisper – A Bedtime Story That Gently Leads to Dreams
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In a cozy nook beneath the floorboards of Maple Cottage, a tiny mouse named Nina curled in her matchbox bed. The moonlight spilled in through a crack in the wall like silver thread.
Just as she was drifting off, she heard it.
“pssst…”
A whisper. So quiet it tickled her whiskers.
“Who’s there?” Nina squeaked softly, eyes wide.
But the whisper only laughed, a soft breeze of a sound—and floated out the window. And Nina, curious and brave, tiptoed after it.
Through the Sleepy Garden
Nina scurried through the moon-dusted garden, past drooping tulips and yawning snails. The whisper shimmered in the night like a thread of mist.
It danced along the tops of dandelions. It swirled through the cattails by the pond. “Come along, little mouse,” it seemed to hum, “dreams are waiting.”
Nina’s ears perked.
She followed.
The Hill of Humming Grass
The whisper led her to a small hill she had never climbed before. The grass there hummed like lullabies, soft and low.
At the top, fireflies blinked like tiny lanterns. A breeze blew warm as a blanket.
And there, floating above the hill—was something shimmering.
A door. Made of mist and moonlight. Nina gasped. “Is this where dreams live?” The whisper swirled around her and replied in her ear,
“Only the kind-hearted and curious may enter.”
Where the Dreams Begin
Nina stepped through the door. She floated, not fell—into a sky full of soft clouds and quiet stars. Below her, she saw dreams forming: kittens made of cotton, boats made of teacups, songs shaped like clouds.
Every dream seemed to sparkle when she passed.
She curled onto a moonbeam, the whisper resting beside her like a sleepy sigh.
“Thank you,” Nina whispered back.
And in that moment, she felt lighter than a dandelion seed, drifting deeper into slumber.And that’s how a tiny mouse followed a whisper… all the way into the heart of dreams.
The End !
