“Sleepy, tired, maybe a little worn out”

Gabri tends to the cloud-top fields, growing vegetables that are delivered straight to the tables of the heavens. Honest and hardworking at heart, Gabri has one well-known weakness—sleeping in. Every morning, the alarm is ignored until the very last moment, and Gabri heads straight to the field still half-asleep, hoe in hand. Somehow, though, the vegetables always turn out perfectly. “The best job,” Gabri murmurs, eyes already drooping, “is the one you can do in your sleep.”