Wisp pulls the quilt up to its nose and squeezes its eyes shut. The bedroom fills with tall shadow shapes. A soft green light blinks on the windowsill.
The glowworm hums a quiet tune and zips toward the door, its light leaving a shimmering trail on the floor. Wisp's fingers loosen on the quilt. The moonlight on the rug looks like a silver path.
Wisp slips out from under the covers and tiptoes after the glowworm. It passes a dusting of glowing moss on the baseboard and tiny star-shaped moths on the ceiling. The dark reveals little secrets at every turn.
Wisp's steps get quieter. A wide-eyed grin spreads across its face as the glowworm zips ahead. It thinks: maybe the dark isn't so scary after all.
Wisp follows the glowworm to the window, where it hovers and taps the glass with one tiny leg. Something wonderful waits beyond the pane.
Wisp presses close to the window and looks out. The night sky blazes with thousands of tiny lights that pulse like a slow, sleepy heartbeat.
The room goes completely still. Wisp's breath catches as the stars seem to wink back. It thinks: they're dancing just for me.
Wisp curls up on the pillow with the quilt folded at its feet. The room glows in soft green and silver light. It feels so cozy.
The glowworm settles on the windowsill and hums its quiet tune. Wisp watches the silver path of moonlight stretch across the rug. Everything is calm and bright.
Wisp smiles at the dark instead of hiding from it. The glowworm's green light pulses gently, and the stars keep winking from outside. Goodnight, dark.