小精灵安睡记

A fluffy, moth-winged fairy pops its head out from a hollow log filled with crystallized honey drops, nibbling on a sweet amber piece. After cautiously peering around the twilight forest and seeing no one, it flutters over to a 'mattress' made of soft dandelion seeds and pollen. It flips onto its back, rubs its fuzzy thorax, and lazily lets out a 'buzz-squee' before folding its wings over its eyes. It falls fast asleep, snoring with a faint hum, while I watch from behind a mushroom and let out a gentle chuckle.