Sleepy always feels sleepy.
She sleeps on the flower.
She sleeps in the tea-pot.
She sleeps behind your ear.
“Wake up. Wake up, Sleepy.
The tea party in the moon has been starting,” said Dreamy.
But Sleepy could hardly open her eyes.
“One minute,” she said.
Dreamy waited for one minute.
“One more minute, please.”
Dreamy had no more patience.
“Have a nice dream,” whispered Dreamy.
And yes, Sleepy smiled in her sleep.
She dreamed about a nice tea party in the moon.
Photograph by: Agnes Paulina | Illustration by: Angela Oscario | Story by: Angela Oscario