The Magic Nightlight
Once upon a time, in a cozy house near the forest, lived a little girl named Emma. Her room was her favorite place in the world—filled with soft blankets, cuddly stuffed animals, and one very special thing: her magic nightlight.
It was shaped like a golden star and gave off a warm, gentle glow. Emma’s grandmother had given it to her and said, “This nightlight brings sweet dreams to kind hearts.”
One night, as Emma was brushing her teeth, she saw the nightlight flicker and blink. It never did that before.
She climbed into bed and whispered, “Are you okay, nightlight?”
To her surprise, the nightlight whispered back, “Emma, I need your help.”
Emma gasped. “What’s wrong?”
“There’s a Dream Star lost in the Land of Dreams. If we don’t find it, children everywhere will have no dreams tonight!”
Emma sat up quickly. “Let’s go!”
She touched the nightlight—and whoosh!—they zoomed into the starry sky. Planets spun around them, and a moonbeam led them to a glowing forest.
In the forest, Emma met a wise owl named Oliver. “The Dream Star fell into the Cave of Shadows,” he said. “But only someone brave and kind can go inside.”
Emma took a deep breath. “I’ll do it.”
Inside the cave, it was dark and quiet—until Emma saw a tiny light hiding behind a rock. It was the Dream Star, shaking with fear.
“I’m scared of the dark,” said the Dream Star.
Emma smiled gently. “It’s okay. I was scared too. But I brought someone with me who always makes the dark feel safe.”
She held up her magic nightlight. Its golden glow lit up the cave, making it warm and bright.
The Dream Star stopped shaking. “Thank you,” it whispered.
Emma and the nightlight helped the star float out of the cave. Back in the sky, the Dream Star sparkled brighter than ever.
“You did it,” said the nightlight. “You saved the dreams of children everywhere.”
Emma beamed. She waved goodbye to Oliver the owl and Rosie the rabbit, who gave her a glowing flower as a thank-you gift.
Back in her room, Emma snuggled under her blankets. The nightlight twinkled gently.
“Goodnight, hero,” it whispered.
Emma smiled and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of stars, brave hearts, and golden light.
The end.
Follow-Up Questions:
- Why did the Dream Star need Emma’s help?
- How did Emma make the Dream Star feel safe in the dark?
- What did Emma learn about being brave?
