Bedtime in the Pixel World

Blocks rise from the tablet with a soft, pixel glow. Chunk. Chunk. Chunk. They snap together in midair, forming a floating path right beside Harper’s bed.

Harper pushes the blanket down and sits up slowly. “Whoa…” Harper whispers. The blocks hover, steady and calm, like a staircase made of night-lights. Each one hums quietly, a gentle cube of color.

The bedroom stays dark and safe, walls and posters exactly where they should be. Only the path has changed—stretching from the tablet screen out into the room. The last block waits by Harper’s toes, shining softly, like it’s saying, “Step here when you’re ready.” Harper’s eyelids droop, but curiosity glows just as bright as the cubes.