Bram peeked from under his quilt. The garden shimmered with tiny floating lights.
He crept toward the garden path. A bush rustled! His quills jumped up.
At dawn's edge, he tried again. A glow-dot drifted close. He held out a finger.
The dot tapped his tip, then zipped away. Bram chased after it.
The glow-dots led him on a winding trail. Each step lit up.
One dot landed right on his nose. It tickled! Bram giggled.
Bram trotted home, happy and full of light. The garden waved goodbye.
That night, Bram slept on his floor. The garden glowed through the window.
