Dreamy
睡衣穿反了
月亮升起时，小仙子梅洛正在她的小卧室里准备睡觉。她把睡衣穿反了。睡衣的缝线挠得她痒痒的，口袋也朝外鼓了出来，可她困得不想换。接着，她摸到了床头桌上的三颗星花种子。她答应过自己，要在月光下的雨落下来之前把种子种下。“我会把它们保管好的。”她轻声说着，把种子塞进口袋里。衣柜的门开着，可梅洛不需要翻找衣柜，去找一套更合适的衣服。她对这些口袋突然变得这么有用，感到很困惑。也许睡衣穿反了，还有她没想到的好处呢。
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