Every night, when Aria fell asleep, she found herself in the same place.
A library.
But not an ordinary library. This one had shelves that reached into the clouds. The books glowed in different colors. And floating candles lit the way.
"Welcome back," said the Dream Librarian. She had silver hair and kind eyes. "What kind of dream would you like tonight?"
Aria walked through the aisles.
Adventure dreams were red and warm to touch.
Funny dreams were yellow and kept giggling on the shelf.
Flying dreams were blue and floated slightly off their spots.
Peaceful dreams were green and hummed softly.
"How do I choose?" Aria asked.
"Listen," said the Librarian. "One book will feel right."
Aria closed her eyes and walked slowly. She felt warmth near the adventure section. She heard giggles from the funny dreams. But then she felt something else.
A small, quiet glow. A book that seemed to be waiting just for her.
It was purple and silver, and when she touched it, she felt safe.
The title said: "Dreams of Home."
That night, Aria dreamed of her grandmother's kitchen. The smell of cookies. The sound of laughter. Warm hugs that lasted forever.
When she woke up, she was smiling.
Every night after, Aria visited the Dream Library. Sometimes she chose adventure. Sometimes she chose flying.
But whenever she missed someone, she knew exactly which book to find.
THE END