Bed Times Story の小説・ストーリー

]* Bedtime. Not Alex’s room. Not ‘through.’ Our room. Big bed. Knight bed. Day 1 bed. Twins. Middle. Already asleep. Sand in hair. _HOME_ washed off. Still there. Alex. End of bed. Book. _Not_ shark. _Not_ court. _Not_ 11 seconds. _The House That Was Just Home._ Susan wrote it. Last night. 4 AM. “Therapy,” she said. Illustrated it. Stick figures. Us. Bear. No bad men.

he commented as he took a step forward. Shoving every single thought that was crossing my mind to the farthest place, and swallowing any comment that I could have made about his appearance, I cleared my thoughts. "That's because that's exactly what is going to happen. I'm going to read you a bedtime story,” I said confidently. However, I realized how absurd that sounded as soon as I said it. Can you believe it? The Night Reaper, in his pajamas, having a bedtime story being read to him. The universe would have had to gamble some of the ozone layer just for those words to even be placed in that order.

Nearby, Max had been sleeping curled up on the couch. Hearing Joshua return, he rubbed his eyes, climbed into his father's lap, and wrapped his little arms around him. "Dad… I'm sleepy. Will you sleep with me?" Joshua glanced at his watch. It was already one in the morning. He picked Max up and carried him upstairs. "It's so late. Why are you still awake? Didn't one of the maids read you a bedtime story?" Max puffed out his cheeks unhappily. "Every night, Mom made me sweet soup before bed. The maids don't know how to, and they don't tell stories as nicely as Mom did. I can't fall asleep."

"Adrian, happy thirty-sixth birthday." His face went white. "You came home early to celebrate my birthday?" I didn't answer. Adrian lowered his voice. "I'm sorry. I forgot." "You didn't forget." I looked up at him. "You remembered someone else's nightmares and forgot when my flight was landing." He opened his mouth, and a long moment passed before he managed, "Serena, I can explain." I nodded. "Go ahead." Adrian sat down across from me. "Vivian's parents are both overseas. She lives alone, and her leg is injured. The elevator broke down one day, so I helped her upstairs. She said she was scared and couldn't sleep."

LANDON'S POV:- FIVE HUNDRED YEARS AGO:- I was lying on my bed. A warm light of the candle that was set on a table beside my bed. It was keeping the dark away from me. I was just a kid at that time. I was not even seven. After my mom left the room when she was done with three bedtime stories. I was alone, staring at the ceiling as if I could see the shining stars in the silk black sky. The night looked darker than usual. It was the moonless night. And I always found it difficult to fall asleep in the moonless nights.

And I will fly so high away from all the abuse. "Wow, it's so beautiful! You'll read more for me insha'Allah. This will be my bedtime story in our case, bedtime poem." He mumbled gently, pressing her more into his chest. They said their prayers and fell into abyss of dreamless slumber.

Just then, we heard little footsteps approaching and bringing our make out session to an abrupt end just in time to see Cassy standing by the door way with her stuff bunny in hand. I pushed back on my feet as I made to go to her while she stood there rubbing sleep away from her eyes. “I can’t sleep!” “Why can’t you sleep little pumpkin” Alex said, picking her up and into his arm. “mother forgot to tell us our bedtime story”. Alex fake a gasp as he stare back at me. Unlike her brothers, Cassy likes her bedtime stories and sometimes have a hard time sleeping if I don’t tell it to her. “How about I tell you that story pumpkin” Cassy gave a curt nod and he took her back to their room. While he c

Alright, one more," she agreed, pulling a storybook from the nightstand. There Benedict leaned back in his chair while watching them, contentedly gazing at their little son as the eyelids started to droop halfway through the story as he loosened the hold of his small hand on Mr. Bunny. When Sabrina closed the book, he slept soundly and filled the air with soft breathing. Benedict pulled over the blanket of their son. He kissed the forehead of Saben softly and said, "Good dreams, buddy." Sabrina did the same, stroking Saben's hair with her fingers, and turned off the bedside lamp. They stood there in the faint illumination of the nightlight, staring at their son as he slept quietly.

"Too scary daddy!! Tim declared and hid himself under the quilt. Leon followed suit. They covered themselves and didn't even let their head out. Allen stood up and went away. The story was indeed scary and that was all he could think of and quickly made up to tell them. Aren't they the ones who wanted a bedtime story before they could sleep. He sat on the sofa in the sitting room. And less than twenty minutes later, Ms Dorothy walked out of the room. "Are they asleep?" Allen asked and Ms Dorothy nodded. "Since I don't know which fairy story their mother told them halfway, I sang them a poem and they drifted off to sleep. But eldest master, that story you were telling them was indeed scary. H

The boys were too tired to put up their usual bedtime resistance, allowing themselves to be tucked into their beds with minimal fuss. "Story?" Ethan requested, his eyes already half-closed. "Short one," I promised, settling into the chair between their beds while Thomas leaned against the doorframe. I chose a familiar story about brave little mice going on adventures, my voice soft and soothing in the dim light of their room. By the time I reached the end, both boys were fast asleep, their breathing deep and even. Thomas and I tiptoed out of their room, leaving the door slightly ajar as always.