Something Under the Bed

Sophia hated bedtime. Every evening, after dinner she watched the hands of the clock as they crept nearer to seven o’clock, and her Mum would say,’ Time for bed Sophia’

‘Oh Mum, just a little longer please!’

‘Up you go, if you’re in bed in five minutes I’ll come up a read you a story.’ Sophia stomped up the stairs, climbed into her bed to wait.

After her story was over, Sophia’s Mum, kissed her goodnight, turned off the light. ‘Goodnight sweetheart, sweet dreams.’ She whispered, puling Sophia’s bedroom door closed.

‘Don’t close the door Mum, leave it open and leave the landing light on, please.’ Asked Sophia. Her Mum agreed and left the door a little open.

Sophia lay in bed, her eyes wide open. Just the same as every night, she didn’t feel even a little bit tired. She snuggled down inside her bed, closed her eyes tight and tried to go to sleep. But she wasn’t sleepy, not one bit!

‘I’ll try to count sheep’ Sophia thought. She remembered her Grandma saying that that was a good way of falling asleep. She counted sheep for half an hour!

‘Two thousand, eight hundred and seventy two, two thousand, eight hundred and seventy three…’ Sophia felt something. It came from underneath the bed. She opened her eyes, sat up in bed and waited.

Again something moved underneath her…..

Now it’s your turn to tell the story. What’s underneath Sophia’s bed? How did it get there? Is Sophia about to go on an adventure?

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