Escape at Bedtime by Robert Louis Stevenson.

The lights from the parlour and kitchen shone out, through the blinds and the windows and bars,

and high overhead and all moving about, there were thousands of millions of stars.

There never were such thousands of leaves on a tree, nor of children in schools or the parks,

as the crowds of the stars that looked down upon me

and that glittered and winked in the dark.

The dog and the plough and the hunter and all,

and the star of the sailor and Mars,

these shone in the sky and the pale by the wall would be half full of

water and stars. They saw me at last and they chased me with cries and they soon had me packed into

bed. But the glory kept shining and bright in my eyes and the stars going round in my head.

And that was The Escape at Bedtime by Robert Louis Stevenson, read for storynoi.com by me Natasha.