In a little house nestled among trees, lived four sisters named Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy. As the sky outside turned soft shades of pink and purple, painting the clouds like cotton candy, the cozy house began to settle down for the night. Inside, the lamps were lit, casting a warm, golden glow that made the corners feel safe and snug.
It was time for sleepy-time routines. The sisters helped each other tidy up their room, making it neat for sweet dreams. Meg folded blankets carefully, smoothing out every wrinkle. Jo, with a happy sigh, put books back onto the shelf, making sure they were lined up just so. Beth, always gentle, carefully put away her sewing basket filled with colorful threads and needles. And little Amy, humming a quiet tune, gathered up her drawing papers and crayons. They worked together like a little team, helping each other with smiles and soft words. It felt good to help make their home tidy and ready for rest.
Once everything was snug and neat in their shared room, they gathered in the parlor for a quiet moment before heading upstairs. Jo curled up in a big armchair and read aloud from a favorite book of simple poems, her voice soft and calm like a gentle stream. Meg listened with a peaceful smile, perhaps doing a bit of quiet knitting. Beth sat close by the fireplace, holding her favorite doll and listening intently. And Amy snuggled into a big chair across from Jo, sometimes closing her eyes to imagine the pictures the words painted. Being together like this, in the gentle light and quiet peace, felt very special and warm.
Soon, a soft voice called that it was time for beds. With sleepy yawns, they said goodnight. They gave each other warm hugs that felt like sunshine and sweet kisses on cheeks. "Sleep well, dear sisters," whispered Meg. "See you in the morning for a new day," said Jo with a little stretch. Beth and Amy hugged their big sisters tightly, knowing they were loved.
Climbing into their comfortable beds upstairs, the sisters pulled their warm quilts up to their chins. The house grew very quiet, with only the gentle ticking of a clock and maybe a soft rustle of leaves outside the window. They closed their eyes, thinking happy thoughts about their cozy home and the love they shared. It was a peaceful way to end the day.
Soon, each little sister was fast asleep, tucked into their warm beds, dreaming sweet dreams of sunshine, kindness, and tomorrow's gentle adventures. The moon shone softly through their window, watching over the peaceful house and the four dear sisters until the morning light. Goodnight, little sisters.