Little Whisper Cloud was getting sleepy. He had been floating, floating all day long. Now the sky was turning a soft, warm orange.
Whisper Cloud stretched his fluffy edges. He saw the little bunnies snuggled in their beds, and the little birds quiet in their nests. Everyone was getting sleepy, sleepy now.
Whisper Cloud began to drift lower, lower. He felt so soft, like a big, gentle pillow. His edges curled in, just a little bit. Almost time for a quiet, quiet rest.
He closed his tiny cloud eyes. Goodnight, sun. Goodnight, sky. Goodnight, little friends. Whisper Cloud was ready for sweet dreams.