The Night BeeBee Couldn't Sleep

That night, in the sleeping hive, BeeBee opened her eyes.

Everything was silent.
Too silent.

“Why can’t I fall asleep?” she whispered.

She tossed and turned… nothing worked.
So, very quietly, so as not to wake anyone, BeeBee slipped out of the hive.

The garden had changed.

The sky was dark blue, sprinkled with twinkling stars.
The air was cooler, slower, as if it were whispering.

“Good evening, BeeBee,” said a tiny light.

BeeBee jumped, then smiled.
Before her danced fireflies, switching their little lanterns on and off.

“The night,” one of them explained, “is made for those who take their time.”

Further on, a moth with silver wings passed by in silence.
It greeted BeeBee with a gentle flutter.

BeeBee then looked up at the moon.

“You can’t sleep either?” she asked.

The moon seemed to smile.
”I listen to dreams,” she replied. “Even those who haven’t fallen asleep yet.”

BeeBee sat on a leaf and looked around.
The night was no longer frightening.
It was calm. Comforting.

Little by little, her wings grew heavy.
Her thoughts slowed down.

“Thank you,” BeeBee whispered.

When she returned to the hive, sleep was already waiting for her.
She snuggled against the other bees and closed her eyes.

And since that night, BeeBee knows one thing:
when sleep is slow to come, sometimes all you need to do is listen to the gentleness of the night.