Night (Harry Potter)
It is night, and it is dark, but he is not scared. Enchanted stars twinkle on his ceiling, there is music playing somewhere.
He knows he is safe.
More than the stars and the music, he knows he is safe because of them.
She is soft and blazing red, with green and happy eyes. When she holds him, he feels warm inside.
He is harder, noisier, with black ruffled hair and eyes that hide behind glass. When he holds him, he feels brave.
The baby has no words for any of this, but he knows it inside.
He is safe.