Anaya hugged her knees, gazing dreamily at the cloud-shaped pillow beside her. The quiet hum of the city outside felt far away as she whispered her wishes into the soft morning rays.

Today felt different, filled with the hope that something magical could happen.

With a gentle pop, Cinnamoroll, a small white puppy with long floppy ears and a tail like a cinnamon roll, appeared atop the pillow.

His blue eyes sparkled with kindness as he looked around, taking in the cozy room. Anaya gasped, her eyes wide with wonder.

"Hello! My name is Cinnamoroll.

I heard someone wished for a friend," he said, his voice as soft as whipped cream. "Are you real?

You're so cute!" Anaya replied, reaching out a tentative hand. "I'm as real as your wish," Cinnamoroll giggled, nuzzling her palm.

Cinnamoroll soared gently around the room, his ears fluttering like wings, while Anaya tossed him a tiny plush donut.

The two giggled, tumbling together onto the soft rug, their laughter mingling with the warm sunlight. "I've never had a friend like you before.

Will you stay?" "Of course! Friends are forever," he promised, squeezing her hand.

The pair sat side by side, watching the stars blink awake in the sky. Anaya leaned her head on Cinnamoroll's fluffy side, feeling warmth and comfort she’d never known before.

Together, they made silent promises—of shared secrets, giggles, and endless adventures.

Cinnamoroll curled up beside Anaya as she drifted to sleep, his soft fur a gentle comfort. Even as dreams began to take her, Anaya smiled, knowing she’d never be lonely again.

In the hush of night, the magic of their friendship sparkled on, promising many bright mornings to come.