It had been a long, playful day for Monkey Lyly. She had spent the morning climbing trees, playing with her toys, and helping her mom tidy up around the house. By evening, her little eyes were already growing heavy, but Lyly wasn’t ready to close them just yet. She had a new bedtime routine — reading herself a story before sleep!
As the room grew quiet, Lyly climbed onto her soft blanket, carrying her favorite picture book. The cameraman watched with a smile as she carefully flipped through the pages, her tiny fingers tracing the colorful illustrations. She couldn’t read words, of course, but Lyly had heard the story so many times that she knew every part by heart.
She began softly “reading” to herself, making little sounds and gestures that matched the pictures — pointing at the happy animals and mimicking their expressions. It was adorable to see how serious she looked, sitting upright like a little scholar, turning each page with great concentration.
After a few minutes, her eyelids started to droop. She tried to keep going, mumbling softly as she reached the middle of the book, but her words became slower, her head tilting to one side. The cameraman chuckled quietly, capturing the sweet moment on film.
Lyly yawned, rubbed her eyes, and hugged her book to her chest like a favorite toy. Her last little whisper sounded like a line from the story — and then, finally, she drifted off. The book slowly slipped from her hands as she curled up on her blanket, breathing softly in peaceful sleep.
Her mother peeked in and smiled tenderly at the sight — her little Lyly, who had tried to read herself to sleep, was now dreaming with her story by her side. It was a pure, heartwarming moment that showed just how bright and gentle Lyly was.
That night, Monkey Lyly didn’t just fall asleep — she dreamed of the stories she loved, surrounded by warmth, comfort, and the love of those who cherished her every adorable moment.
