Sofia and the Rainbow Dream
by
Patches the Story Dog
A story about Bedtime
for your 1st Grader
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Sofia loved rainbows more than anything in the whole wide world. She drew rainbows on paper. She wore rainbow socks. She even had a puffy rainbow quilt on her bed. But there was one thing Sofia did not love. She did not love bedtime.
Every night, when the sky turned dark and the stars came out, Sofia felt a big, heavy feeling in her tummy. The dark felt too big. The quiet felt too quiet. And she wanted to keep playing instead. "Do I have to go to bed?" Sofia asked in a small voice.
But Sofia's mom always knew just what to do. "Let's start with our bedtime steps," her mom said with a warm smile. "The same ones we do every night. First, a nice warm bath." The warm water made Sofia feel cozy, like being wrapped in a hug.
"Next, let's put on your pajamas," her mom said. Sofia pulled on her favorite pajamas. They were soft and had tiny rainbows all over them. She wiggled her toes and smiled. Doing the same steps every night helped her body know it was time to slow down.
"Now it's story time!" her mom said. Sofia snuggled under her puffy rainbow quilt. Her mom read a book about a little cloud who sailed across the sky. Sofia liked this part. The story made her feel calm and still, like a leaf floating on a pond.
"One more step," her mom whispered. "Let's take three slow, deep breaths together." Sofia breathed in slowly through her nose. Then she breathed out slowly through her mouth. One. Two. Three. Each breath made her body feel heavier, like she was sinking into a soft cloud.
Her mom kissed her forehead and turned off the light. "Goodnight, my brave girl," she said softly. But when the room got dark, Sofia's eyes popped open. The shadows looked strange. The quiet felt too big again. Her tummy felt tight, and she squeezed her puffy rainbow quilt.
Sofia wanted to call for her mom. But then she remembered something her mom had told her. "If you feel worried, close your eyes and picture your favorite thing." Sofia's favorite thing was easy. It was a rainbow! She closed her eyes tight and tried to imagine one.
"Red," Sofia whispered. She breathed in slowly and pictured a bright red stripe glowing across the dark sky. "Orange," she whispered next. She breathed out and saw a warm orange stripe appear right next to it. With each color, she took one slow, gentle breath.
"Yellow. Green. Blue." Each whispered color made the rainbow grow bigger and brighter in her mind. Her hands let go of the quilt. Her tummy didn't feel tight anymore. "Indigo. Violet." The rainbow was complete, and it stretched from one side of the sky to the other, glowing like magic.
Sofia smiled in the dark. The room didn't feel so big anymore. The quiet didn't feel so empty. It felt soft and safe, like the inside of a dream. She had filled the dark with her own rainbow, and it was beautiful. Her eyes felt heavy, and her breathing was slow and steady.
And just before sleep carried her away, Sofia whispered one last thing. "Tomorrow night, I'll paint the dark with colors all over again." Because now she knew a secret — the dark isn't so scary when you carry a rainbow inside your heart.