" He could feel the little head nudge his back,
bouncing gently against him as he rode. Gabriel was sleeping soundly, strapped into the seat. Before he had left the dwelling, he had laid his hånds firmly on Gabe’s back and transmitted to him the most soothing
memory he could: a slow-swinging hammock under palm trees on an island someplace, at evening, with a rhythmic sound of languid water lapping hypnotically against a beach nearby. As the memory seeped from him into the newchild, he could feel Gabe’s sleep ease and deepen. "

― Lois Lowry , The Giver (The Giver, #1)