Lily loved the cozy quiet of her room. Every night, she’d snuggle into her bed, close her eyes, and imagine wonderful things. She imagined flying, visiting the moon, and swimming with shimmering fish.
One night, Lily's imagination soared higher than usual. She dreamt of a magical land filled with soft clouds and whispering breezes. She wanted to stay there forever, in that land of pure quiet.
But Lily woke up. The familiar sound of her mom's gentle footsteps echoed in the hallway. Her mom checked on her room, making sure everything was alright. Lily’s heart felt a little sad that the magical land wasn't real.
The next night, Lily remembered how special it was to have a quiet time in her room. She felt peace and happiness just thinking about her quiet dreams. This time, she decided to really listen to the gentle sounds around her—the soft ticking of the clock, the gentle purr of her cat, and the sweet silence of her room.
Lily realized that the quiet of her room was just as wonderful as the magic in her dreams. In fact, it was special in a way that magical lands couldn't be, for the quiet was hers alone to enjoy. She didn't need any extra excitement or interruptions.
She closed her eyes and smiled. Thinking about her quiet room filled her with such happiness and made her feel safe and content. That night, she dreamt of peaceful stars and quiet whispers, and she knew these dreams were perfect just as they were.
Lily felt so happy. Her mom came in and kissed her goodnight, her gentle hand resting on Lily's head, and Lily knew the quiet of her room was the greatest treasure of all. It meant she didn't need anything more to be happy.
Lily appreciated that she didn't need flashing lights, or noisy sounds. She could find joy, peace, and happiness in the simple quiet.
Sleep quickly came, and Lily was happy in her quiet bed.