The Girl Who Wouldn’t Sleep
Once upon a time, not a very long time ago, and in a place not so far away, there lived a little girl who didn’t want to go to sleep.
It’s not that she was a bad little girl, not by any means at all. She was sweet and charming and helpful and loving; so very full of life and energy. She thought the world around her was full of exciting and wondrous things. There were toys to play with, toys of so many colors and textures and shapes, things that stacked, things that were soft and huggable, things that made sweet sounds, things to ride on, and things to take apart. There were puppy dogs to chase balls for her and kitty cats to run and catch and stroke their soft fur. There were just so many things to do and explore that she simply did not want to take the time to go to sleep.
She had wonderful big brothers who would play with her too. They tried very hard to play and play, to chase her and tumble around with her and find her exciting things to do that would eventually make her so very tired. But these things didn’t make her want to sleep.
Then Daddy would come home, and he would cuddle her in the big soft chair, feed her good things to eat and warm cups of milk, and rock and rock and rock. But these things didn’t want to make her sleep.
She would have warm baths, gentle rub downs with soft scented lotions and potions, quiet books to read, and sweet lullabies. But these things still didn’t make her want to sleep.
But when the night got very, very late and the darkness was thick and rich and soft all around her, sometimes she would let out a yawn. She would rub her eyes, and cry gently, and Momma would take her and hold her close. Then finally, finally, her little body would melt into softness, her eyes would close, and she would settle down into the soft warm blankets for the rest she so very much needed.
And they all slept dreamily through the night.
