Time for Bed, Old House

“This old house makes sleepy sounds, just like you,” said Grandpop. “You yawn. You stretch. I bet you even snore.”

“I don’t think I snore,” said Isaac.

Grandpop shrugged. “But if you’re sleeping, how do you know? He chuckled loudly, then caught himself and put his hand over his mouth.

“Come on, little pal,” Grandpop said softly. They tiptoed up the stairs.

When shuffles yawned a sneaky yawn, Grandpop put his finger to his lips and whispered, “Shhh, Snuffles. Shhh.”

[…]

Isaac settled himself into bed, picked up a book, and, in a soft voice, read the pictures to Bear. When he was done, he quietly turned off the lamp.

Click. Click. Click.

He reached out to pet Snuffles.

Squeak. Squeak. Squeak.

He thought of the fun he and Bear would have on the swings tomorrow.

Creak. Creak. Creak.

Tonight, he would sleep well in the old house.