The Night That Forgot How to Be Night

This is a story no one has ever told. One night, just before dreams

begin, the Night blinked. Darkness suddenly didn’t know what to do.

Shadows stopped sticking to walls. Silence forgot how to stay quiet. In one small

bedroom, the ceiling was breathing, slow and steady. The Night spoke:

I’m tired, it confessed. I’ve been holding everyone’s worries all day.

So the child closed their eyes for the Night. Darkness rested. Stars leaned against

each other. Dreams slipped into place like kittens finding warmth. The world was

safe and wrapped in calm. If you listen carefully, you might hear