Ollie, a fluffy baby night owl with oversized golden eyes, blinks sleepily from a nest lined with feathers and moss. He shifts his tiny wings, trying to get comfortable, but his eyes remain wide open, reflecting the shimmering stars above. The world seems peaceful, but inside his heart, a gentle restlessness stirs.

Ollie rolls onto his back, gazing at the moon, his mind swirling with thoughts. He listens to the rhythmic breathing of his family, all sound asleep around him. "Why can't I sleep like everyone else?" he whispers, his voice a soft sigh lost to the night.

Ollie shuffles closer to his mother, nestling under her wing. The warmth helps, but his eyelids still flutter open every few moments. "Mama, how do you fall asleep?" he asks, looking up with hope.

Mama Owl[/@ch_2] stirs. Her eyes are gentle and her feathers elegantly patterned, shimmering in the silver light.] Mama Owl, wise and loving, wraps her wing tighter around Ollie. "I listen to the song of the forest and let it lull me to sleep. Try to listen—close your eyes and hear the night’s lullaby." Her voice is calm, a gentle melody blending with the sounds of the night.

Ollie closes his eyes and focuses on the sounds around him, imagining the wind as a soft blanket, the crickets as tiny musicians, and the stream as a lullaby. His breathing slows, and a sense of calm washes over him. "It’s working, Mama," he murmurs, voice growing drowsy.

Ollie drifts into a cozy sleep, wrapped in warmth and surrounded by the night’s gentle music. The stars twinkle above, as if smiling down on the little owl who finally found his rest. All is quiet, and the forest dreams with him until dawn.