Frankie the breeze slid along the bedroom curtains, swish-swish, as if he were skating. He puffed softly over the quilt. The quilt lifted, then settled. Frankie felt proud. Moving was easy. Resting was hard.
Tonight, Frankie wanted to sleep. His whirly feelings made him flutter. He whispered his favorite words, because they helped him slow down: **“Soft as a sigh, time to lie.”**
He tried the cloud pillow on the bed. It looked so fluffy! Frankie curled around it, circling once, circling twice. But the pillow tickled his nose. “Achoo!” went Frankie, and the pillow puffed up. Frankie felt disappointed—his tummy felt wiggly.
