Son compartido

The sun, the flowers, the wind, the birds, the river, the stars... had nothing to say. All done for the day. The moon looked down and softly said, "The world is sleeping. Time for bed." Bakhtiyar yawned a yawn so big, so round, the very biggest bedtime sound. Bakhtiyar rubbed both eyes and blinked up high at one last star in one big sky. Bakhtiyar followed a path of silver light, all soft and glowing through the night. A bed was waiting, just ahead. Warm blankets. Pillow. Cozy bed.