Literature
The Lullaby
Hush my baby,
A lullaby sings,
Hummed by the stars,
That cross the night sky.
She sang; her toddler son curled in her arms as she rocked him to sleep. It was a song that had been sung to her when she was a child, it had made her imagination soar when she'd finally understood it's lyrics, and now she sang it to him, hoping it'd inspire him like it had inspired her.
Sleep was something that came only when it felt like it. He could lie down and decide it was time to sleep, but it would be a restless, interrupted sleep. It was one of those things that could not be forced. But when sleep came on its own, reminding him that he needed rest, it