One sunny day, Aabrin was walking among the flowers when she found a very large and soft purple flower. That flower was like a fluffy, gentle bed.

Aabrin sat on the soft flower and laid her head on the petals. Little by little her eyes closed, and she fell into a sweet, deep sleep.

Time passed. Autumn came, and yellow and orange leaves twirled down from the sky to the ground. But Aabrin was still in a cozy, gentle sleep.

Winter came, and white, sparkling snow covered the plain like a warm blanket. In the middle of the snow, Aabrin did not even stir, and she stayed warm.

Years passed, and spring came again. The kind sun shone, and a small, colorful butterfly sat on Aabrin’s hand to wake her up.

The purple flower had now grown much bigger—so tall that it had carried Aabrin close to the pink, cotton-candy-like clouds of the sky.

A small, shining star came down from the sky. The star gently kissed Aabrin’s cheek and spread a beautiful light through the air.

Suddenly Aabrin opened her eyes. Happily she stretched her arms and gave a big yawn. She felt she had rested a veeeery long time.

Aabrin was awake now. Through all those years she had seen colorful dreams. With joy, she jumped down from the flower and started running in the beautiful plain.