Bluey woke up and the clouds hadn’t moved—still floating above his bed like giant marshmallows. His cozy blue chair whispered “Hooray!” and his polka-dot rug knew it was going to be a busy day. The wooden table and chairs were already waiting with towers of blocks and big dreams.

On the nightstand, a tiny lamp stood guard while plushies whispered secrets. The navy shelf under the cloud print held the nighttime magic, while the honeycomb storage bins on the right were bursting with toys sorted by color, because yes—order exists even in chaos.

Bluey smiled, grabbed his cloud pillow, and whispered to his friend: “This is my sky room. Wanna play?