1 June 13th

Her eyes are still beaming with excitement , an electrifying spirit awaiting to narrate her entire day's routine to me. She has a million tales to tell and a billion descriptions to give. Gazing at her happy face are a pair of exhausted eyes, sleepy and tired they are, and sooo am I.

Drained is my energy and some rest is all I wish for , but I cant afford to flush out her energy and ask her to grant me peaceful sleep.

My insincere ears are not hearing her stories anymore , but my stupid neck is slightly nodding to show my involvement. My dramatic yawn now and then failed to catch her attention .

Finally i plan to act , but i need a plan first (facepalm) . Cluess and perplexed i stare at her. My helpful hands have a trick to play. They wrap around her firm and warm. Buried is her face in my arms. In the warmth of a hug , she finds a feeling of security and comfort protecting her.

She slowly looks up at me. Smile crawls up her cheeks. A peck on the forehead and "SLEEEEP" , I whisper in softest of tones , she also hears three more unsaid words which she desired to. The then chatter box has now attained tranquility. Actions definitely speak louder than words. She closes her eyes and the smile widens . Happy thoughts rushing around in her mind , reflected on the pretty face. Sliding into the magical world of dreams. Signing off for the day.....

A Perfect Sleep and A Total Bliss.

No more words needed .

Excerpts from a stolen Diary, unknown is its owner, unknown is the writer . It could be a working mother , putting her little daughter to sleep Or a Better Half expecting a peacful sleep with his other half.

Unknown is the owner ,

Unknown is the dreamer.