Star Builds a Dream Catcher House

Star skipped down the soft moss path, her rainbow hair bouncing with each step. She carried her tool belt filled with tiny hammers and colorful ribbons. Tonight, she would visit her friend Pebble.

Pebble sat in his burrow, hugging his knees. His worried blue eyes looked at Star. "I don't want to sleep," he whispered. "Every night, I dream I'm falling, falling, falling."

Star adjusted her yellow hard hat and thought hard. "What if we make your room feel safe?" she asked.

Pebble shook his head slowly. "I already tried everything. Nothing works."

Star looked around the plain grey walls. The room felt cold and empty. This was bigger than she thought.