written for Maya, age 5
Maya and the Sleepy Star
Maya was already in her pyjamas when she heard the tap-tap-tapping on her window.
It was not the wind. The wind did not tap politely.
She tiptoed across the rug, past Biscuit (who was pretending very hard to be asleep), and pulled back the curtain.
There, hovering just outside the glass, was a small, glowing star. A very small one. Smaller than her hand.

“Hello,” said the star, in a voice like a yawn. “I’m terribly sorry to bother you. I’ve forgotten how to get home.”
Maya opened the window a crack. The star drifted in and settled, very softly, on her pillow.