0:00 Pull the quilt right up to your chin.0:03 That's it.0:04 Nice and warm.0:05 Last night, Whisper the gentle breeze brushed across the sleepy town, smoothing the tall grass before floating away.0:16 Today, the garden is perfectly still, holding its breath under the pale morning sky.0:24 Right on the tip of a wide, green hosta leaf, a tiny silver bead blinked awake.0:32 His name was Dewy.0:33 Dewy was no bigger than a freckle on your thumb.0:38 He was round, completely clear, and full of quiet curiosity.0:44 When the first thin beam of sunlight slanted through the trees, Dewy caught it.0:51 He turned bright gold, then rose-pink, then a shimmering sky-blue.0:57 He held the whole morning inside his round little belly.1:03 The world was vast, and Dewy wanted to see it.1:07 He leaned forward just a fraction.1:10 The waxy leaf tilted.1:12 Dewy began to slide.1:14 He didn't fall.1:16 He rolled, slow and smooth, like a little glass marble rolling across velvet.1:23 Down the green slope he went, following the pale vein of the leaf.1:29 Each tiny ridge gave him a gentle bump.1:33 Bump, slide.1:34 Bump, slide.1:35 Near the stem, a glossy black beetle was dozing under a clover bloom.1:42 Dewy paused right beside him.1:44 The beetle blinked one sleepy eye and peered into the little drop.1:51 In Dewy's shiny curve, the beetle saw his own reflection, but with a grand, sparkling halo of light around his antennae.2:02 "My, aren't you a bright little thing," the beetle murmured, tucking his legs in tighter.2:11 "Just passing through," Dewy whispered back, rolling on.2:16 He slipped off the hosta leaf and landed with a soft plop onto a velvety red rose petal.2:24 The scent was sweet and heavy.2:27 It smelled like warm sunshine and quiet afternoons.2:32 Dewy gathered speed again, wobbling merrily across the curved crimson path.2:39 He collected tiny specks of yellow pollen as he went, turning into a miniature, glowing pearl.2:48 He wanted to reach the moss below.2:51 He wanted to see how deep the green went.2:55 A fuzzy bumblebee rested on the edge of the petal, her wings folded flat against the chill.3:04 She felt Dewy glide by.3:06 "Where are you off to, little drop?" she hummed, her voice a deep, sleepy buzz.3:13 "To see the world," Dewy said.3:16 "Take your time," she told him softly.3:20 "The morning is plenty long." Dewy balanced right on the petal's curly edge.3:27 Below him lay a cushion of emerald-green moss, looking just like a soft, fluffy carpet.3:35 The drop gathered himself into the roundest ball he could make.3:41 He let go.3:42 He drifted through the cool air, floating down, down, down.3:48 He landed on a springy patch of moss without even a splash.3:53 The moss held him gently, rocking him like a tiny hammock.3:59 Dewy lay there, perfectly round, perfectly content.4:04 The garden was warming up now.4:06 The golden sunlight touched the tips of the trees, filtering down through the branches in soft ribbons of amber.4:17 Dewy felt a pleasant, sleepy warmth spreading through his clear, round edges.4:24 He realized he wasn't staying small anymore.4:29 He didn't feel heavy, either.4:31 The heat lifted him, not by taking him away, but by setting him free.4:38 Dewy loosened his round shape.4:41 He stretched his silver edges, softening into a light, floating breath.4:47 He wasn't just rolling on leaves anymore.4:51 He was rising, lighter than a sigh, floating into the sweet morning air.4:58 He wasn't just looking at the garden now.5:02 He was part of the mist, wrapping every single flower in a soft, cozy hug.5:09 Just like you, wrapped tight in your warm blankets.5:14 Rest your eyes now.5:16 Close them down.5:17 Sleep tight, little one.
