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- เผยแพร่เมื่อ 1 ก.พ. 2025
- Tuck in and unwind with this soothing bedtime story, "Close Your Eyes, Sleepy Paws." Perfect for kids and anyone seeking a calm, relaxing journey into the land of dreams. Follow Sleepy Paws, a sleepy koala, on his magical adventure through cotton candy meadows, neon-lit lakes, and cozy treehouse havens. With gentle melodies, glowing stardust, and whimsical friends along the way, this story is designed to ease restless minds and lull you into peaceful slumber.
Settle in, close your eyes, and let Sleepy Paws guide you to a world of tranquility. Ideal for bedtime, nap time, or anytime you need a moment of relaxation. 🌙✨
Snuggle down:
Close your eyes.
Cozy up, and relax.
Wear off to the sleepiest, dreamiest corner of a very special place-the world of Mashi.
Close your eyes, sleepy. Pause-then clear your mind. Let’s drift away and see what we can find.
Say hello to Sleepy Paws: a very tired koala. He lives high up in a treehouse by a dreamy, marshy harbor. But tonight, Sleepy Paws is restless-and he just can’t get to sleep. So, he’s setting off on a journey-but he won’t be counting sheep.
Sleepy Paws pads softly across a fluffy meadow. It’s lined with balls of cotton wool and candy-colored hedgerows. He’s searching for a special place where marshlings sleep and dream. But this is no ordinary world:
Its lakes are filled with neon soup.
Stardust covers the mountains.
Mossy music spouts each hour from rainbow sherbet fountains.
When darkness falls, a strange owl calls, softly: “It’s time to sleep…” Then, the world grows silent-you cannot hear a peep.
Close your eyes, sleepy Paws. Pause-then clear your mind. Let’s drift away and see what we can find.
Twilight is calling-can you hear it? The fowls coo their gentle songs, and stars twinkle softly in the sky. Sleepy Paws floats through fields of whispering grass. His eyes grow heavy, yet there’s a question he must ask.
The place he seeks is said to lie beyond a haze of pink. So, he asks the marshlings he encounters what they think:
“I’m looking for a sleepy place,” he tells a mystic moggy.
“It’s over there,” the cat replies, “but do take care-it’s getting foggy.”
Just then, a dinky dream cloud glides into view. A low rumble stirs in the distance-a storm is about to brew.
Lila rain begins to fall: glowing puddles form, shimmering on the mossy ground. But Sleepy Paws keeps wandering-the raindrops feel warm, like a soft embrace.
He asks the dinky dream cloud: “Can you show me the way?”
“Follow me,” the cloud replies. “You’ve had a busy day.”
Close your eyes, sleepy Paws. Pause-then clear your mind. Let’s drift away and see what we can find.
Raindrops fall softly, streams of melody blending with dreams. Nighttime falls, sweet and still-Sleepy Paws begins to yawn.
By a starlit lake, a boat awaits. Sleepy Paws rubs his eyes; he can barely stay awake. The boat, its hull glowing faintly, is crewed by marshlings. They wave him aboard, their smiles gentle and inviting.
The lapping waves make soothing sounds as the stars begin to snore. The boat sways on moonlit water, and Sleepy Paws is drifting. Pink mist rises, and the jungle island ahead calls softly with distant drums.
“Is this the place where marshlings sleep?” he wonders aloud. The boat slows as the seahorse captain looks into his sleepy eyes:
“To move this ship, we’ll need a song. It’s fueled by lullabies.”
The crew begins to hum-a melody of bliss. It sounds familiar, warm, and comforting:
“Close your eyes, sleepy Paws. Pause-then clear your mind. Let’s drift away and see what we can find.”
The boat reaches the shore, and Sleepy Paws steps onto the jungle path. Crickets chirp their midnight songs, while distant monkeys laugh. A tribe of friendly hoodoos points toward a lush lagoon, where the silvery moon glows brightly above.
“Is this the place where marshlings sleep?” he asks a passing bunny.
“Perhaps,” whispers the rabbit. Then, with a wink: “Maybe you’re already dreaming-did you think of that?” The bunny vanishes inside its bowler hat.
By the water, Sleepy Paws sees seven weeping willows. Beneath the tallest one lies a pile of very squishy pillows. A small sapling speaks softly:
“Take one of these,” it says, pointing to a hollow. “Just step inside-climb the stairs-and sleep will surely follow.”
Close your eyes, sleepy Paws. Pause-then clear your mind. Let’s drift away and see what we can find.
Sleepy Paws climbs a spiral staircase inside the tree. At the top, a silly snuffler hands him a cuddly teddy. “Your nest is ready,” says a marshling in pink pajamas.
Walking on a branch, Sleepy Paws gazes at the marshy-verse: glowing fireflies flutter in empty pickle jars. Stars sparkle like diamonds on velvet, and the world feels like it’s slowing.
He flops into a cozy nest, gently rocking to and fro. He yawns, curling up, as a friendly owl swoops by.
The owl coos: “Climb aboard my gondola, little one. I’m your valet for the night. Snuggle in-and enjoy your flight.”
