Mia is a little girl. Mia is 18 months old. Mia loves to play.
One day, the sun goes down. It is time for bed. Mia sees the dark. Mia feels a little scared.
Her room is quiet. Her room is dark. Mia whispers, "Dark is here."
Mia's teddy bear is on her bed. Mia hugs Teddy tight. Teddy feels soft. Teddy feels warm. "Teddy is here," Mia says.
Mummy comes in. Mummy smiles. "Hello, Mia," Mummy says. "I am here too."
Mummy holds Mia's hand. Mummy says, "Close your eyes, Mia. Let's pretend."
Mia closes her eyes. Mia pretends. Mummy whispers, "The dark can sing. Listen."
Mia listens. She hears the wind. The wind sings a soft song. "Whoosh, whoosh," it goes.
"The dark can dance," Mummy says.
Mia pretends. She sees shadows. The shadows dance on the wall. They sway. They twirl.
"The dark can hug," Mummy says.
Mia feels the blanket. The blanket is cozy. The blanket wraps around. "Dark hugs me," Mia smiles.
Mia yawns. Mia feels sleepy. Mia holds Teddy. Mia closes her eyes.
"The dark is nice," Mia whispers. "Teddy is here. Mummy is here. I am safe."
Mia smiles. Mia sleeps.
The dark is soft. The dark is warm. The dark is friendly.
Goodnight, Mia.