Bedtime Story

The hour hand on the clock crawls towards twelve.

Shadow pools in spaces once occupied by sunlight.

A hush descends in the air, the frenzied energy of day faded to memory.

All across the land, lights go out in homes, one by one by one.

My other half is gently snoring, the cares of the day erased.

My youngling is burrowed under covers, dreaming of adventure.

I call to the cat. He comes, settles in his spot and yawns. I scratch under his chin and he purrs. We are co-conspirators, the last ones still up.

I give thanks for a day gone right, for everyone tucked in safely for another night.

Until tomorrow, dear friends, may your sleep be restful and your dreams sweet.

Good night.