The morning sun streamed softly through the curtains, casting golden light across the living room floor. There, right in the middle of the carpet, was Monkey Lyly—curled up like a little child, her chest rising and falling in the deepest sleep. Her tiny hands were tucked under her chin, her tail wrapped around her legs like a blanket, and the peaceful look on her face was so innocent that it made her mother pause in disbelief.
Mom had been searching for Lyly everywhere, thinking she had gone outside to play or climbed onto her favorite chair by the window. Never did she expect to find her lying flat on the soft carpet, completely relaxed as though it were the most comfortable bed in the world. For a moment, mom simply stood there, smiling at the unusual sight.
Lyly was usually full of energy—jumping from furniture to furniture, racing around the house, or chattering for attention. To see her so still, so quiet, was rare. It was as if the house had fallen into a calm spell with her. Even the usual clatter of the kitchen seemed muted, as though respecting her peaceful slumber.
Mom tiptoed closer, kneeling beside her. She gently brushed a strand of fur from Lyly’s face and chuckled softly. Perhaps the carpet’s warmth had lulled her into this deep sleep, or maybe she had been playing too hard earlier and simply couldn’t make it back to her cozy bed.
Seeing her daughter resting so sweetly filled mom’s heart with tenderness. She realized that even the most playful souls need moments of rest. Instead of waking her, mom quietly placed a small pillow under Lyly’s head and covered her with a light blanket.
As mom walked away, she kept glancing back, still amazed at the unexpected scene. Monkey Lyly, the little whirlwind of the house, lay sleeping like an angel on the living room carpet—a reminder that joy can be found in the simplest, most surprising moments.
