Would morning really come if Ora closed her eyes? That was the big question hiding beneath her pillow. Ora did not know why sleep made her feel scared. She only knew her chest felt tight, her toes curled, and one big worry fluttered like a little moth: *What if morning forgets me?*

Each bedtime, Ora found a reason to stay awake.

"My blanket needs smoothing," she said.

"My bear needs water," she said next.

"I must count every button on my pajamas."

Mama helped once, twice, and three times. Still, Ora watched the moon paint a silver square on the floor.

Tonight, Mama tucked the warm quilt under Ora's chin. "I cannot sleep until all the cows are dreaming," Ora said. The farm was quiet outside. Ora hoped waiting for the cows would take all night.

Mama did not laugh. She sat beside Ora and stroked her soft hair. "Is there a worry hiding under your pillow?" she asked.

Ora squeezed her bear. Saying the truth felt very big. "I am scared," she whispered. "When I go to sleep, what if the sun forgets to wake up?"

Mama held her close. Ora heard Mama's steady heartbeat: *thump, hush, thump, hush*. "Sleep can feel tricky," Mama said gently. "But your body knows exactly how to rest. I am right here, and morning always knows how to find us."

"Can we look for morning?" Ora asked.

The idea made her tummy feel wiggly. She slipped on her woolly robe and took Mama's hand. Going out at night was exciting, and it was a little scary. It was okay to feel both.

In the kitchen, Mama warmed a little cup of milk.