A/N: This one didn't have a prompt, but didn't want to make a short book just for this. If you have any writing advice, please comment!
The house was quiet except for my TV. I sat on my bed, back against the headboard, painting my nails. There was something serene about putting on coats of nail polish, despite the ungodly smell.
When I had finished putting on my nail polish, I was about to go to bed when I heard a knock at my bedroom door.
"Come in." I spoke.
"Mommy," My daughter came into the bedroom. She held her toy cat close. Her face looked frightened and puffy from crying.
"What is it, sweetie?" I got off of the bed and knelt in front of her.
"I had a bad dream and I don't wanna go back to sleep." She sniffled. I wiped her tears from her cheeks.
"Well, we can't have that, can we?" I said confidently. "How about we go downstairs and have a tea party? I have the perfect sleepy time tea."
She sniffled some more, then nodded her head. I took her hand and led her downstairs to the kitchen.
I turned on the light to the kitchen, then sat her down at the table.
"Okay, would you like the pink cup or the green cup?" I asked her. She looked at both cups intensely, as if making a crucial decision.
"Green." I nodded, then began boiling the water. While the water was boiling, I went and sat with her.
"So, do you want to talk about your dream?" She closed up for a moment, but then she slowly spoke.
"I had a dream that was about the monsters Papa fights. They were mean and took all of my things. Then they took Mayo and wouldn't give her back." She said sadly. Mayo was the name of her white and gray cat she kept with her at all times. I still have no idea why she called it Mayo.
"Well, don't worry, those turtles couldn't take Mayo away, even if they tried. Wanna know why?"
She stared at me, her expression urging me to continue.
"Well, Mayo has a lot of friends in your room, right? So all of Mayo's friends would protect her. Plus, Mayo is a pretty tough kitty. She'd scare away those turtles." I smiled confidently, and I saw that my story took. Her gears were turning. I could see it in her eyes. She smiled.
"I guess you're right, mommy." She said proudly.
I grinned. "Well, l of course I am! I'm your mom. One day, though, you won't think so."
She giggled. "Nuh-uh! I'll love you forever!"
The tea kettle sang and I filled our cups with chamomile tea, then put an ice cube in hers.
We sat and drank our tea. I looked at my daughter with admiration. She had a light inside of her. I could tell that she was going to be a kind and loving person someday. Her eyes started to get droopy.
"Alright, time for bed, baby doll." She sleepily smiled, then motioned for me to pick her up. I carried her upstairs to her bed and tucked her in. I picked Mayo up from the end of the bed and put her on the pillow.
"Good night, mommy." She whispered. Then she was fast asleep.
"Good night, Jo." I whispered. I turned off the light, then went to bed.
