"mamma, i don't wanna go to sleep," the little girl whines, tugging at her mother's dress.
"why not?" she asks, stroking her daughter's fine brown hair.
"because it's dark," she says, "and i'm scared of the dark."
her mother leaves and returns with a handful of sparkling [silver] glitter, and at first the young girl is confused but she watches, enthralled, as her mother sends the glitter whirling through the air, tumbling through space like millions of diamond shards.
"there," her mother says, brushing the last of the sparkles off her hands, "it's not dark anymore, dear, for tonight you sleep amongst the stars."