As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow across the bedroom, the soothing ritual of bedtime began. With soft pyjamas snug against their little bodies, children nestled under cosy duvets, their eyes bright with anticipation. It was time for the beloved tradition of bedtime stories.

Mummy, with a twinkle in her eye, opened the storybook—a well-worn collection of whimsical tales. Each page turned revealed enchanting illustrations that danced with colour and imagination. From daring knights rescuing fairies in moonlit forests to curious kittens embarking on adventures in bustling towns, each story held the promise of a new world waiting to be discovered.

As Mummy’s gentle voice filled the room, the children leaned in closer, hanging onto every word. The tales sparked their imaginations, transporting them to lands where dreams took flight and anything was possible. With each twist and turn of the plot, their giggles mingled with gasps of surprise, creating a symphony of delight.

As the final sentence drifted into the night air, the children blinked sleepily, feeling their eyelids grow heavier. Mummy smiled, her heart full as she kissed each child goodnight, knowing that the magic of the stories would linger in their dreams, lighting the way until morning.