Little Lyly, the sweet and curious monkey, had always been comforted by the familiar scent of her bed, the soft sounds of the night she knew so well, and the gentle hum of her mother’s breathing beside her. But tonight, everything felt different. Her bed had been moved, and so had her routine. A new sleeping place meant a new environment—and for Lyly, that meant trouble.
As night fell, Lyly curled up on the unfamiliar blanket. The pillow didn’t feel right. The walls didn’t sound the same. She opened one eye, then the other, her tiny fingers gripping her plush toy tightly. She rolled onto her side, then onto her back, then back again. Nothing felt like home.
She gave a soft sigh and sat up, looking around in the dim light. Where was the comforting chirp of the crickets she was used to hearing outside her window? Where was the slight creak of her old crib when she shifted positions? This new place was quiet—but not in the good way. It was strange and unsettling, like the calm before a storm.
Minutes turned into hours. Lyly yawned and tried again, pulling the blanket over her head, then kicking it off. She even attempted counting her plush bananas—but sleep still wouldn’t come. Her little heart raced every time she heard an unfamiliar sound. The change, though small to others, felt enormous to her.
Finally, sensing her struggle, her mom came in, gently stroking Lyly’s head and humming softly. Slowly, Lyly’s breathing settled. The soothing presence of someone she loved was all she needed.
It wasn’t the bed or the room that mattered most—it was the feeling of safety. As her mother lay beside her, Lyly finally closed her eyes. Change was scary, but with love by her side, she could face it, even in the darkest hours of the night.
