"How does sleep come?" Jacob asked his Mama as he climbed into bed. Jacob's Mama tucked the covers all around Jacob just so, and then she told him. "Sleep comes quietly. Like a snowfall that blankets a meadow on a dark starry night, and lays down a soft white canvas for rabbits to leave footprints."
Jacob closed his eyes.
And the snow fell.
And the fog rolled in.
And the clouds drifted.
And the cat purred.
And quietly, silently, softly, peacefully, gently, Jacob fell asleep.
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