In the quietest nook of an old wooden attic, where dust sparkled like stars in the moonlight, lived a tiny mouse named Millie.

Millie wasn’t noisy or quick like the other mice. She didn’t scurry or steal crumbs. Instead, Millie had a tiny desk, a tiny ink pot made from a bottle cap, and a stack of paper the size of leaves.

What did she do with all of it? She wrote bedtime letters. Every night, just as the world began to yawn and stretch, Millie dipped her whisker, quill in ink, and began to write.

A Letter for the Sleepy Squirrel

“Dear Squeaks,” she wrote one evening, “I hope your tail is fluffed and your paws are warm. May your dreams be filled with acorns that never run out and branches that bounce just right.”

She folded the note, tucked it into a tiny envelope, and added a heart-shaped sticker. Then, she climbed the ivy string to the squirrel’s window and gently slid it under a leaf. squeaks would find it by moonlight and always fall asleep smiling.

The Letter with No Name

One night, Millie sat at her desk but didn’t know who to write to. So she wrote:

“Dear Friend,
If your day was long or your paws are tired, I hope this letter finds your heart and tucks you in like a blanket. You are loved. You are safe. You are ready to dream.”

She left the letter on a dandelion puff and let the wind carry it. That night, a lonely hedgehog found it beneath a stone. He read it once, twice… and smiled for the first time all day.