In a cozy little room, Sophia lay in her bed, nestled under a sky-blue quilt. The walls were a soft buttery yellow, and stuffed animals watched over her as she drifted towards sleep. But just as she closed her eyes, a silvery light danced across the wall.

She opened her eyes wide. The light was coming from the window, where the full moon hung in the sky. It was casting a strange shape on the opposite wall—a shadow that looked almost like a person.

Sophia sat up, rubbing her eyes. Was she dreaming? The shadow seemed to move when she moved. She got out of bed and tiptoed toward the light.

When Sophia was close to the wall, she reached out a hand. Her fingers touched cold, smooth paint. No one was there—just the moon's silhouette.

She glanced out the window and saw an owl perched on the tree outside. The moonlight shone through the owl's feathers, and Sophia realized it was the wings that created the shadow.

Feeling brave, she opened the window to hear the owl's wise 'hoot-hoot.' The sound made Sophia feel safe, and the shadow now looked friendly.

Sophia whispered a greeting to the owl, feeling a connection to the night creature. In her heart, she named the owl 'Luna' after the moon.

She watched Luna the owl fly away into the night, leaving behind a world of dreams and moonlight. Sophia knew it was time for her to sleep too.

Back in bed, Sophia pulled the quilt up to her chin. She smiled, thinking of her new friend. The shadow was not scary at all—it was magical.

Her eyes grew heavy, and as she started to doze off, she felt grateful for the moon and its soft, gentle glow that kept her company.

And with thoughts of friendly shadows and gentle owls, Sophia fell into a peaceful sleep, dreaming of flight and starlight.

The next morning, she told her family about Luna and the shadow. They decided to look for the owl together when the night came again.