Xiao Lei started to tell her son a story from the past.
"A long, long time ago..."
....
In a room that was completely dark, so dark that one could not even see their own fingers, a soft child-like voice sounded. It was so soft that one could barely hear what the child-like voice was saying. And it seemed that with each word that was spoken, a soft tapping sound could be heard.
Tap!
"Apple."
Tap!
"Banana."
Tap!
"Carrot."
And it kept going, as if the person speaking was saying the names of the fruits in alphabetical order. Once the person reached Z, there was a soft child-like giggle.
"Good job, kid," the voice said in the same soft child-like voice. "You're such a good kid."
There were soft pitter-patter sound, as if the person was walking on tiptoes.
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5."
There was some rustle, like the sound one made while changing the bedsheet.
