The Dream Boat

The night was very quiet. The sky was painted in deep blues and soft purples,

and the moon glowed gently above the water. On a calm, shiny sea,

there floated a small wooden boat. It didn’t rush. It didn’t splash. It simply drifted

peacefully, rocking from side to side. This was no ordinary boat.

This was a dream boat. The boat moved slowly across the water, as if the sea itself

was whispering, “Sleep… sleep… sleep…” Tiny silver stars reflected on the waves,

twinkling like sleepy eyes. The boat sailed past quiet shores where the world

had already gone to bed. There were no loud sounds. No busy places.