Read by Michael Flamel

In the quiet corner of the village, nestled beneath the ancient oak tree, lived young Tom and his family. Despite the cozy setting, Tom’s nights were far from peaceful. Each night, he would toss and turn, tormented by vivid nightmares that seemed to plague his sleep.

The news of Tom’s troubled sleep spread through the village like wildfire, reaching the ears of the wise herbalist. Concerned for the young boy’s well-being, she decided to pay Tom and his family a visit.

As the sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the village, the herbalist made her way to Tom’s home. She was greeted by Tom’s mother, a gentle soul with worry etched on her face.

“Good evening, Mrs. Campbell,” the herbalist greeted with a warm smile. “I heard about Tom’s restless nights and thought I might be able to help.”

Tears welled in Mrs. Campbell’s eyes as she welcomed the herbalist inside. “Oh, thank you, dear herbalist. We’ve tried everything, but nothing seems to ease Tom’s troubles.”

The herbalist patted Mrs. Campbell’s hand reassuringly. “Worry not, my dear. I have just the remedy in mind.” With that, she reached into her satchel and pulled out a blend of fragrant herbs.

“This,” she said, holding up the blend for Mrs. Campbell to see, “is a calming tea made from chamomile, lemon balm, and valerian root. It will help soothe Tom’s mind and lull him into a peaceful slumber.”

Mrs. Campbell looked at the herbalist with hope shining in her eyes. “Oh, thank you, herbalist. Anything to help my dear boy.”

Together, they brewed a pot of the soothing tea, the aroma filling the room with its comforting scent. As they waited for the tea to steep, they shared stories of their own childhood adventures, laughter filling the air.

When the tea was ready, they poured a cup for Tom and gently woke him from his troubled sleep. Tom took a hesitant sip, the warmth of the tea spreading through him like a comforting embrace.

As he drifted off to sleep once more, a serene smile graced his lips, banishing the shadows of his nightmares.

The herbalist bid Mrs. Campbell and Tom goodnight, knowing that with each peaceful breath he took, Tom was one step closer to finding solace in his dreams.

And so, with the help of the herbalist’s calming tea, young Tom slept soundly through the night, his troubled sleep replaced by peaceful dreams of adventure and wonder.

As the stars twinkled overhead, casting their gentle light upon the sleeping village, the herbalist made her way home, her heart full of joy knowing that she had brought a little bit of peace to one young boy’s restless soul.