The night was still, the moonlight spilling softly through the window of Lala’s new home. Everything should have been peaceful, but instead, tiny Lala, the little puppy, paced nervously across the wooden floor. Her ears twitched at every sound—the creak of the house settling, the rustle of the wind outside, even the ticking of the clock on the wall.
It was her very first night here. Only yesterday, she had been rescued from the noisy streets and brought into this warm home filled with toys, food, and love. But for Lala, who had only ever known fear and uncertainty, the unfamiliar silence of midnight was terrifying. Her heart pounded as shadows stretched across the room, and every movement made her think of danger.
Suddenly, a tree branch brushed against the window with a loud scratch. Lala froze. Her tail tucked tightly between her legs, and a soft whimper escaped her mouth. To her, it felt as though something was trying to get in. She darted under the couch, trembling, her little body pressed against the floor.
Her new mom, awakened by the sound, gently came into the room. “Lala, sweetheart,” she whispered, kneeling beside the couch. At first, Lala didn’t move, her wide eyes shining with fear. But then, hearing the calm voice she was slowly beginning to trust, she crawled out, shaking all over.
Her mom scooped her up and held her close against her chest. “It’s okay, baby. Nothing will hurt you here. You’re safe now.” Lala buried her nose into her mom’s arms, breathing in the familiar scent. The warmth and steady heartbeat calmed her racing heart.
Within minutes, her trembling slowed. Wrapped in a soft blanket, she finally drifted off to sleep, tucked beside the bed. The house was still, but this time, Lala wasn’t afraid. She was beginning to understand that midnight in her new home didn’t mean danger—it meant comfort, safety, and love.
