Goodnight
Sunlight shines through the windows, letting the warmth touch his face. It is a warm, welcoming feeling in the coldest room in the house. He steps through the doorway and he is met with the fresh tropical scent. The fragrance is quite fitting to the orange-themed bedroom. He closes the door behind him to keep the noise out. Nestled between the floating shelves is an analog clock. In the quiet room, only the shy guardian's monotonous rhythm is heard.
He takes slow deep breaths, allowing the air to come in through his nose, fill his lungs, and cause his chest to rise. When he exhales, the stress built up from his busy school life escapes his mind. His pulse slows down and the clock's hands follow in unison to his heartbeat. He treasures this short moment before he is tangled in the busy world of tomorrow's coming.
A mountain of clothes sit in a bin untouched. "I will put those clothes away later," he tells himself each day, even though he hardly organizes his clothes in my drawers. He searches through the pile of clothes for a pair of thermal pajamas, two pairs of socks, and his snuggly, long-sleeve Snoopy pajamas. He quickly dresses himself in them and wraps himself in the thick blanket, trying to keep himself warm throughout the night. As he relaxes, his body sinks into the bed.
The last rays of sunlight disappear, and the room gets colder. He pulls the blankets closer to his pink cheeks and shiver. Cuddled in his blankets, he peeks outside the window to look at myriad stars. Diamonds encrusted in the velvety-black midnight sky twinkled. The moon proudly shows its glowing countenance, shining brighter than the stars in the vast darkness of space. The moon's glow illuminates the room and his nightlight automatically turns on.
After laying in his bed a while, sleep takes over his body and he lays motionless. The heavy feeling on my brother's back from carrying a heavy backpack is replaced with a feeling of lightness, as if he were sleeping on a bed of clouds. His soul escapes his resting body to his dream world. Like a morning glory flower that unravels into full bloom in the morning, he knows he will wake up recharged with the sunlight shining on my face. He looks forward to conquer another hectic day and to repeat the night cycle again.