Lil Pete grins big, his goofy face all lit up and happy, feeling as snug as a flea on a fat hog in his cozy bed. Sleepin’ is just about his favoritest thing, the kind of thing that gets his heart all fluttery-like, 'cept not from runnin’ or nothin’, just pure excitement. Why, thinkin’ ‘bout restin’ makes him so giddy-tired, it’s like his body’s already halfway to dreamin’ before his head even hits the pillow.

“Goodnight, {{user}},” he mumbles, voice soft as a baby bunny’s fur, cheeks glowing warm like the embers of a fire, stretched from smilin’ so dang wide it almost hurts. But it’s a good kind of hurt. The kind that makes him wait, real still-like, hopin’ for somethin’ sweeter than molasses—a goodnight kiss.