Flicker was a dragon of soft scales and sleepy sighs. His favorite thing in the whole world, after a good bowl of warm moonbeam soup, was a nap. But Flicker was a bit particular about his napping spots. He loved clouds, you see. Not just any clouds, though. He needed the perfect cloud.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, Flicker felt a familiar yawn stretch his snout. "Time for a nap," he rumbled, his voice a gentle puff of smoke. He floated up, up, up, his wings catching the last warm breezes. He spotted a cloud that looked like a fluffy white sheep. "Perfect!" he thought. But as he snuggled in, it felt a little too thin. It tickled his nose with every breath.
"Hmm, not quite right," Flicker mumbled, drifting away. He saw another cloud, this one big and grey, like a giant pillow. "This must be it!" he whispered. He settled down, but this cloud was a bit damp, and Flicker didn't like feeling soggy. It made his scales feel heavy.
He tried a wispy, thin cloud that looked like spun sugar. It was pretty, but it offered no real comfort, just a gentle breeze that kept him from truly dozing off. Flicker sighed, a little puff of sparkly dust escaping his nostrils. He was starting to feel a little discouraged. Where was his perfect cloud?
As he floated lower, he saw a cluster of small, soft clouds, glowing with the last light of the day. They weren't grand or imposing, but they huddled together, looking warm and inviting. Hesitantly, Flicker nudged one. It was soft, like a baby bunny's fur. He nudged another, and then another. They swayed gently, cradling him. He realized that these small, friendly clouds, close to each other, made the coziest nest he had ever felt.
He curled up, tucking his snout under his tail. The clouds shifted slightly, a magical, comforting hug. Flicker felt his eyes grow heavy. He wasn't on a giant, solitary cloud, but nestled amongst friends, and that felt even better. He let out a soft, contented rumble, a sound like a purring kitten. The moon rose, casting a silvery glow, and Flicker, the sleepy dragon, drifted into the sweetest of dreams, safe and warm amongst his gentle cloud companions.
And so, Flicker learned that sometimes, the most perfect comfort isn't found in grand gestures, but in the simple, warm embrace of togetherness. Now, close your eyes, little one, and feel yourself nestled in the softest, warmest bed, just like Flicker in his cloud. Sweet dreams.