Will Adargoma Eltsin Ever Sleep Again?

In a faraway land, there lived a young woman named Adargoma Eltsin. She was known throughout the village for her beautiful golden hair and her infectious laugh. But lately, Adargoma had been having a problem: she couldn't sleep.
Every night, she would toss and turn in her bed, her mind racing with thoughts and worries. She would try to count sheep, but the numbers would just dance around in her head, refusing to be counted. She would try to read, but the words would blur together on the page.
Adargoma was so tired, but she just couldn't seem to fall asleep. The bags under her eyes were growing heavier every day, and her friends were starting to notice.
"Adargoma," said her best friend, "What's wrong? You look exhausted."
"I can't sleep," Adargoma sighed. "I don't know what's wrong with me."
Her friend gave her a sympathetic smile. "I know just the thing," she said. "Come with me."
Adargoma's friend led her to a secluded meadow on the outskirts of the village. In the center of the meadow was a small cottage, its walls covered in ivy.
"This is the home of the wise old woman," Adargoma's friend whispered. "She can help you sleep."
Adargoma knocked on the door of the cottage, and a moment later, it opened. An old woman with kind eyes and a gentle smile greeted them.
"Welcome," the old woman said. "I am the wise old woman. What can I do for you?"
Adargoma told the old woman about her insomnia. The old woman listened patiently, and when Adargoma was finished, she said, "I know just what you need."
The old woman led Adargoma to a small room in the back of the cottage. In the center of the room was a bed, and on the bed was a soft, white blanket.
"Lie down on the bed," the old woman said. "And close your eyes."
Adargoma did as she was told, and as soon as her head hit the pillow, she felt a wave of peace wash over her. Her eyelids grew heavy, and soon she was fast asleep.
Adargoma slept for hours, and when she woke up, she felt refreshed and rejuvenated. She thanked the wise old woman and her friend, and then she set off for home.
As she walked, she noticed that the birds were singing more sweetly than usual, and the flowers were blooming more brightly. The world seemed more beautiful than ever before.
Adargoma knew that she would never forget the wise old woman, and she would always be grateful for her help. From that day on, Adargoma had no trouble sleeping. She slept soundly every night, and she always woke up feeling refreshed and ready to face the day.