Luna stirred from her slumber, stretching her puffy arms and yawning so wide that a tiny breeze fluttered the wildflowers below. "Oh dear, I could sleep for another hundred years," she murmured, drifting in slow circles. The world below began to wake, but Luna felt as if she carried a blanket of dreams with her wherever she went.

Luna tried to keep her eyes open, but each warm ray made her even sleepier. The other clouds zipped past, eager to begin their day, while she floated slowly, casting a cool, soft shadow over a quiet pond. "Why must mornings be so early?" she whispered, her voice blending with the cooing doves.

Sunny, noticing Luna's sluggish pace, looped around her, leaving trails of sunshine in his wake. "Come on, Luna! The day is too beautiful to sleep through. Let's make some shade for the picnickers below!" "But I'm so cozy up here," Luna replied, her eyelids fluttering.

Sunny drifted lower and began to twist himself into the shape of a sailing ship, making the children below giggle and point skyward. "If you try, Luna, you might find it's fun! Let's see if you can become a sleepy sheep," he encouraged. Luna, feeling a spark of excitement, gathered her misty edges and slowly curled into a woolly sheep shape, much to everyone’s delight.

For the first time, Luna felt wide awake and happy, her sleepiness replaced by the warmth of shared joy. "Maybe mornings aren’t so bad after all," she said, drifting alongside her friends as they shaped the clouds into magical forms.

Luna yawned one last time, her heart full from the day’s adventures. "You did wonderfully today, Luna. Sweet dreams until tomorrow," Sunny said as the stars began to twinkle. As darkness gently fell, Luna snuggled against her friends, ready to dream again—this time, of a world where every day dawned bright, and every cloud found its place in the sky.