The night went very slowly. Then, he thought he heard a noise at the front door. His heart went faster. He listened. The front door opened. In came the little white bed. It rolled across the front hall. It came up the hall stairs. Bump, bump, bump!
The little boy heard! Bump, bump, bump. The little white bed came up the stairs. It rolled back into the little boy's room. It went right into the corner where it had always stood. It rolled back its nice warm blanket for the little boy. Soon the boy's head was on the soft pillow. He was warm and happy. It wasn't long before he went fast asleep. He had nice dreams. They were the stories that the little white bed's pillow had for him. "I love you," the boy told the bed. The bed smiled. It loved the boy, too.
After this, the little boy always went to bed. He kissed Mommy and Daddy good night. He grabbed Teddy and took him upstairs. They went up to the little white bed as fast as they could go. They were warm and happy. They had wonderful dreams.
