The Baby Who Slept Through the Storm

How alias Sleep took her into the world of peace and calm power

It was a stormy night. The rain tapped against the window, and the air became like a wild animal. The lightning shone in the sky, followed by deep, increasing thunder. Most were awake, worried, restless.

But the baby was not alia.

Wrapped in a soft yellow blanket, she slept peacefully in the cradle. His little fist was stuck near his face, his breathing gentle, calm. Outside the world. Inside, Alia rested like a cool center of a spinning storm.

His mother looked at him with tired eyes. "How can she sleep through it?" He whispers, both surprised and relaxed. Somehow his child saw unnoticed chaos. While the outside world was shaken, Alia continued a long way, deep in hot weapons.

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There dreams begin

Alia has not yet understood the words. But she understood emotions - soft, warm. And in her dreams she became emotional.

He found himself floated through a sky painted in silver and blue. The stars gently took a nap, as if he looked at him. Clouds went like music, slow and peaceful.

He begged.

A large, soft creature made of clouds appeared next to him. It had a sound like big glowing eyes, soft wings and a lug.

"Hey, alia," said this. "I'm not the number. I protect infants' dreams."

Alia flashed and smiled. She reached out, and Numa took her carefully on her soft back.

"Come," he said. "I show you how sleep takes you."

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Sleep Dreamland

They floated on moonlights, rivers that flicked with stardy, and the forests whisper stories in the air. Every part of this world moved slowly forward, please - there were no amounts in time.

Numa spoke slowly. "This world is made of sleep, alia. Every time you relax, it becomes light."

Mirrors Lake

Numa took her to a cool lake with a glass -like surface. "Look," he whispered.

In the reflection, alia the mother - holding her hands as she looked at her sleep. He saw love in his eyes, and also worried.

"Even when you don't know it, sleep gives him peace," Numa said. "When you relax, she rests in you. This is your gift."

Alia affected the surface of the lake. It pulled with golden lights.

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Back to the real world

Outside the dream, the mother of Alia sat near her cradle and listened to the storm. He didn't sleep well on days. The work was difficult. Life was heavier than normal. But watching her daughter sleep so peacefully - so beautiful - slowed down the heart.

"She sleeps like the world, doesn't scare her," he whispers and brushed alias cheeks.

And at that moment something softened inside him. Maybe it was okay to rest. Maybe it was okay to trust calmly.

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The storm fades

As soon as it was morning, the storm faded. The sky was ready. The rain decreased to a soft drip. Sunlight looks through clouds.

Alia spread in the cradle, took yawning and opened the big brown eyes. His mother bent and picked him up.

"Good morning, sleeping girl," she whispers. "You really used to sleep throughout the storm, were you not?"

Alia put her head on her mother's shoulder. He didn't even say a word - but his peaceful face said everything

.A dream goodbye

That night, when Alia returned to her dreams, Numa waited. But something different felt different.

He said, "You don't remember this place forever," he said. "As you grow, your dreams will change."

Alia saw her with calm eyes.

"But you have felt peace? Quiet, strength? You will take it with you, even when you are awake."

Numa succumbed and wrapped her around the neck for a warm cloud. "Sleep is your secret force, alia. It will help you develop brave, soft, kind."

Then back and smiled back. "When you close your eyes I won't stay here."

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When it grows

As weeks changed within months, Alia began to grow. She crawled and then left. She was split and laughed. Her mother often said, "She is very peaceful when she sleeps. Just like the world takes her breath deeply."

Even in difficult days, alias sleep remained deep. He never cried as he slept. He rested as an old friend.

His mother also slept better. As a calm music, he began to spread his child in his house.

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There dreams live

One day, when Alia was a little older, she picked up a color pin and took a picture. It showed wings, stars in the sky and a huge cloud with a lake. He didn't remember Numa. No way.

But did something inside him.

Because even though the dreams have faded, the peace they leave is not left.