Tommy was a little boy, just three years old. Tommy loved playing with his toys. He liked the sun and the bright colors. But when it got dark, Tommy felt a little scared.
One night, Mommy said, "Time for bed, Tommy." Tommy nodded but looked at the dark room. "It's dark, Mommy," he whispered. Mommy smiled and said, "Dark can be nice too. Let's see."
Mommy took Tommy's hand. "Close your eyes," she said. Tommy closed his eyes. "Now, take a deep breath," Mommy said. Tommy took a big breath. "Feel how nice and calm that is."
Tommy opened his eyes. "See, the dark is quiet," Mommy said. "It's time for sleepy dreams." Tommy looked around. His nightlight made a soft glow. "Look," Mommy pointed, "Mr. Teddy is here with you."
Tommy hugged Mr. Teddy. "Mr. Teddy is brave," he said. Mommy nodded. "Yes, and you are brave too, Tommy. You can be like Mr. Teddy."
Tommy smiled. He looked at the walls. "The stars are on my wall, Mommy!" he said happily. "Yes," Mommy said, "the stars are your friends. They twinkle just for you."
Tommy liked the stars. He felt a little happy. "What do the stars say, Mommy?" he asked. "They say, 'Sleep tight, Tommy. We are here.'"
Tommy felt cozy. "I like stars," he said. "Dark is not so bad." Mommy kissed Tommy's cheek. "That's right, my brave boy."
Tommy yawned. "Good night, Mommy." Mommy smiled. "Good night, Tommy. Sweet dreams."
Tommy closed his eyes. He took a deep breath. The dark was soft and gentle, like a warm hug. Tommy knew he was safe. And soon, Tommy was dreaming of bright stars and friendly nights.
