It's time for sleepy eyes to close, very, very slowly. Imagine you are a tiny, fluffy cloud, floating high above. So soft, so quiet.
You float past sleepy trees, their leaves whispering a lullaby. Shhh, shhh, shhh. The sun is setting, painting the sky with soft, warm colors. Orange and pink, soft and quiet.
You float a little more, over sleepy houses, where everyone is tucked in tight. You feel so light, so cozy, just floating, floating, floating.
The stars begin to twinkle, like tiny sleepy lights. Blink, blink, blink. Your little cloud body feels warm and safe. Drift, drift, drift. Time for sleepy dreams.