Sanjeev's Sleepy Night Sounds in the City That Never Sleeps

Name: Sanjeev's Sleepy Night Sounds in the City That Never Sleeps
Author: Sanjeev S

by Sanjeev S

From the story

The sun has said goodnight to the city. Sanjeev is cozy in his room, but his ears are still listening.

Tap, tap, tap, go his feet on the floor. The city is not sleepy yet. And neither is Sanjeev.

Then, a soft sound. Coo, coo, coo.

A pigeon lands on the sill. She puffs her chest and looks at Sanjeev with a kind, sleepy eye. She seems to say, "Shhh... listen."

Can you hear the trees in the park? Rustle, rustle, whisper, shush. The leaves are telling stories to the wind.

Shhh... listen. The city is whispering.

Shhh... listen. The city is tidying up.

Clink, clank, click. The baker locks his door. The pretzel cart rolls home. Swoosh, swoosh, sweep. Goodnight, little shop.

The cars on the bridge are sleepy rivers of light. Whoosh... go the red lights. Shoosh... go the white lights. A soft, slow river.

Shhh... listen. The city is breathing.

The city breathes in. Hummmmmm. The city breathes out. Hummmmmm.

Slower now. Softer now.

It doesn't make a sound. It just glows a soft, sleepy light. A nightlight for the whole city.

Shhh... listen. The tallest building is watching.

Sanjeev is sleepy now. The city sounds are a soft blanket.

The pigeon coos one last time. A quiet, rumbling, coo-roo-coo. A goodnight hum.