At the end of a cobblestone alley, there lived a little boy named Leo. Leo has a pair of sparkling eyes like stars, but he has been unable to sleep lately. Because whenever night falls, various strange thoughts come to his mind: Is there a snoring monster hidden under the bed? Are the leaves outside the window holding a secret meeting?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On a moonlit night, while sorting out old items in the attic, Leo discovered a blue glass bottle covered in dust. The bottle is engraved with several crooked small flowers, and the cork is made of cork with a faded red string tied to it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What is this? “Leo curiously pulled out the cork of the bottle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There is no smoke, no flash, only a light sound like a gentle breeze brushing against a wind chime. Then, a soft and creamy voice floated out of the bottle: “Good evening, Little Leo. I am the Story Bottle, dedicated to collecting forgotten, soft bedtime stories<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Leo widened his eyes in surprise and said, “Can you tell me how clouds sleep<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The story bottle swayed gently, and a faint blue light appeared on the bottle: “Of course you can. Listen carefully –<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On a very high sky, there is a cloud called ‘Cotton Candy’. It collects the residual heat of the sunset every evening and warms itself up. Then, it finds the brightest star as a pillow, uses the wind as a blanket, and slowly rolls itself into a soft roll. Sometimes, the passing moon will gently pat it, just like a mother patting your back, ‘pa pa pa pa pa’, until it makes a small, kitten like sound<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Leo listened and his eyes slowly narrowed. He seemed to truly see that cloud, swaying gently with the wind in the embrace of the stars.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So\u2026 what about under the little mouse’s bed? “Leo asked groggily,” Is there really a monster<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The sound of the story bottle became lighter, like feathers falling on a pillow: “Under the bed of the little mouse, there lived a ‘snoring beast’. It was round and rolling, and liked to collect old socks that others didn’t want, fold them into small squares, and use them as its own building blocks. Every night, it would hold the building blocks and make a ‘snoring, snoring’ sound, actually saying, ‘Don’t be afraid, I’m here guarding your beautiful dreams.’<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Leo’s mouth couldn’t help but bend. He turned over and buried his face in the pillow, with the faint milky scent of the story bottle lingering around his nose.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Story Bottle\u2026 “His voice grew smaller and smaller,” Can you stay with me all the time<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Of course. “The story bottle lightly touched Leo’s forehead, like a gentle kiss,” I will put the softest story in the world into your dreams. Now, close your eyes and let the wind take you to roll on the clouds<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The blue light on the bottle gradually dimmed, and finally turned into a small, warm star, lying quietly on the bedside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Leo’s breathing became even and continuous. In his dream, he really turned into a cloud, in the embrace of the stars, swaying gently with the wind, and the soft voice of the story bottle echoed in his ears:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Good night, Leo. Good night, the whole world<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The moonlight outside the window quietly climbed onto the windowsill, casting a silver veil on the bottle cap of the story. The alley was quiet, with only the wind rustling through the leaves, making a soft “rustling” sound, as if singing an endless lullaby for this gentle night.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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