Leen pressed her nose to the cool window and watched the orange sky fold into dusk. The crescent moon peeked over the roof. She turned away and marched to her toy box.
Leen picked up her red truck and dropped it into the wooden chest with a soft thump. She picked up her stuffed bear and dropped it in too.
She gave the lid a firm pat. The bedroom floor was clear, and the house settled into a quiet hush.
Leen squeezed the bubble bottle and a mountain of shimmering bubbles rose from the bathwater. Her rubber ducky bobbed on top of the foam.
Leen giggled as the ducky steered toward the tub edge. One lone bubble drifted upward and popped with a tiny sigh against the moonlit window.
Leen climbed into bed in her soft pajamas. But her eyelids drooped and her head nodded forward.
She blinked slowly, fighting to keep them open, until her breathing deepened and her fingers uncurled from the blanket.
The crescent moon glowed steadily through the window, watching over her. Leen curled beneath the warm blankets with her rubber ducky tucked under her arm.
Her breathing was steady and slow. The silver moonlight stretched across her floor, and her hand relaxed around the ducky's smooth plastic belly.
The night was quiet, and Leen drifted into sweet dreams.