Bedtime Story(22/8/2018)

I've always been fascinated by space.  This story was borne out of the many daydreams I've had whilst looking up at the stars!

As always, this story is also available as a podcast.

"What's REALLY Up In Space?!"

"A telescope is an amazing thing,"

Jemima's grandad told her.

"You can look and see outer space.

Perhaps you'll fly there when you're older?!"

"What's up in space?"  Jemima asked.

"I know there are planets and stars.

But surely we've not seen everything

Beyond this galaxy of ours?"

Grandad passed Jemima the telescope,

So that she could take a peek.

The view was so spectacular,

Jemima could hardly speak.

But still, she couldn't see everything,

Of that, she was quite sure.

So, was she destined to wonder

What was up there, forevermore?

"What's REALLY up in space?"

She asked, looking up into the black.

"Is there an alien having a bath,

Using a meteorite to scrub his back?"

"Is there a planet made of glitter,

Where real unicorns live?

Or a planet that's just one big beach,

With shells and sand to sieve?"

"Is there a parallel universe,

Where everything's opposite to Earth?

We'd walk along the ceilings,"

Jemima added, with mirth.

"Could there be a space station,

Run by little green men?

Who switch the sun off at bedtime,

Then in the morning, switch it on again?"

Jemima stepped away from the telescope,

Her head still full of dreams.

"Space is so mysterious.

How strange and vast it seems!"

But Jemima was getting tired now,

So she yawned and rubbed her eyes.

It was getting ever so late,

So it wasn't a surprise.

She climbed into bed at last

And looked up at the stars.

"Oh, twinkling stars and planets,

What's it REALLY like where you are?!"

And with that, Jemima fell asleep,

A broad smile on her face.

She dreamt of aliens and spaceships

And the magic of outer space.

THE END