Aria loved bedtime. Not because she loved to sleep, but, because she was finally able to enter the doors of her hide-away -- the magical land beneath her covers where her plush characters came to life in the light of her dim flashlight. There she would run with her friends through the woods pretending to fly through the treetops on vines. She would then close her eyes and transport herself to space and walk on the moon -- blowing kisses at the stars and waving to the Milky Way. She'd finish her day on her favorite beach and recall her adventures to her best friend.
It was her time. Her time to create. Her time to be herself. No pressure to please. No pressure to perform. No fear. No judgement. Her secret wonderland!
And, no one could take that away from her.