Two children around the age of six run around in long white pajamas, like crazy ghosts with bright red hair. They giggle and squeal in their high pitched voices as they run around their mom.
She is a tall women with auburn hair, with violet eyes that looks at each of her children with pure, untouchable love. In her arms a chubby baby plays contentedly with the buttons of her shirt.
She bends to carry to bed a three-year old girl who had already drifted off to sleep on the couch.
"Come on my babies. You should be asleep too."
"Yeah! An' we're not tired yet!"
They pout with indignation as they also yawn with the exhaustion of a busy day.
"Tell us a story."
"Yeah, yeah! A story!"
The infant laughs as his siblings jump up and down in excitement. They knew their mother is the greatest story-teller of the time. The sleeping little girl mumbles contentedly as her mom covers her with a blanket.
"Okay... lay down. This takes place long before you were born. Way back when the universe was a much different one than we know now..."
