I am sleepy, the little boy announces, to no one in particular.
There is no worry in his tone, in his voice. Just a statement of fact.
Take it or leave it – just like that.

He made his way to bed with the help of his sister. She patted his head and as he crawled into bed, she said nighty, night my sweet. Sweet dreams.

He lay down with the covers pulled right up to his chin. He grinned.
Thanks Sis and to you.

My simple wish for you is that your sleep is undisturbed and that your dreams are sweet.
Goodnight.