2025-04-17
20 分钟Hello friends and welcome to Sleep Tight Stories.
It is spring and Libby is excited about her weekend.
She has plans to spend some time reading, listening to music, and hanging out with her friends.
Libby has made something in art class for Margarita, but when she shows her what it is,
Margarita doesn't like it as much as Libby does.
Margarita isn't a bunny or a flower.
Libby walked home from school a little more slowly than usual.
And most importantly, she didn't have any math homework.
Even better, she had a finished painting to show her mom, and of course Margarita.
It was finally spring and while the weather here wasn't quite as nice as it had been,
where she used to live, it still felt so much better than the freezing months of winter.
When she thought she might turn into an icicle before reaching the front door.
When she got to her house, Libby rang the doorbell, not for any particular reason really,
other than to announce to the world, and Margarita, that she was home.
It was time for their usual after school chat and maybe some pizza snacks.
But today, Libby had something else to share.
She called as she stepped through the door.
It's nice outside, you should go for a walk, except you can't, so I don't know why I mentioned it.
She kicked off her sneakers, the skateboarding kind,
which she liked a lot because they had specks of paint all over them.