Best Reading Lamp Bedside Novels & Stories

9:35pm. My mouth falls open in a wide yawn, my eyelids already feeling heavy and tired from all that food and from the relaxing shower I just had. I turn off the lights, leaving the dim bedside lamp on. To be honest, I can't sleep in a room that is totally dark. I love sleeping with very dim lights. I lie on the bed, pulling the covers over my body. For a moment, I think about what Kayden is doing right now. Is he sleeping? Is he working on his laptop?

At the foot, a throw blanket in a kaleidoscope of geometric patterns added a playful touch. To the left of the regal bed, a weathered nightstand, its surface worn smooth with time, held a table lamp. Its warm glow cast dancing shadows on the wall, adding a touch of intimacy to the room. A crystal vase overflowed with lilies, their heady fragrance filling the air with a sense of peaceful luxury.

But he wanted more light, needed to see all of her before plunging into the dark jungle of total intimacy where the beat of their bodies would consume his awareness of anything else. He spotted a switch by the door, turned it on. Two lamps on either side of her bed—black and gold-spread a warm glow around the room. It looked right, felt right White light was too harsh. It would have been better with a host of flickering candles—fire burning without and within—but this was a fleeting thought, overtaken by the desire to feast his eyes on all the female lustiness now pressed so close to his chest.

I swallowed hard and stepped inside. The bedroom was dim, bathed in soft golden light from a single lamp near the bed. The curtains were half drawn, letting in just a sliver of the night — moonlight casting faint silver lines across the floor. The space was... beautiful. Pale cream walls, a large neatly made bed with plush beige sheets, and a soft fur rug sprawled across the polished wooden floor. A glass table sat near the window, empty except for a flickering candle. The air smelled faintly of lavender and something warm — like home.

Fine,I never thought I’d ever see myself being interested in bedding her. But I am now. And she wasn’t. That was upsetting. Sighing,I switched off the lamp but than I recalled her beautiful face and I suddenly wanted to see it so I turned the lamp back on. Should I leave the lamp on?She could wake up at night wanting to use the restroom and might stumble if everywhere was pitch black. What if she’s scared of the dark? I should just leave the lamp on. I stared at her again,wondering why my heart was racing.

The curtains slowly closed from both sides and the light shining into the room narrowed until no more light shone inside. The dark grey curtain kept out all the light and now the room was almost pitch black. This was indeed very ideal for sleeping. I turned on the flashlight on my phone and began making my way to switch on a lamp that was located next to the bed. Warm orange light lit up the room in a lazy glow once the lamp was switched on. This shouldn’t disturb Brandon and it gave me enough light for me to see.

She was his light in the midst of his darkness, the one person who had the power to ease his restless mind. He gently pushed open the door to their bedroom and stepped inside. The soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminated the room, casting a warm light over Aurora as she lay sound asleep on the bed. Their baby was nestled beside her, wrapped snugly in a soft blanket, her tiny chest rising and falling with each breath.

It was a beige color that matched the large luxurious blanket and pillow covers. Two night stands on both sides of the bed with a lamp on each one. One the furthest wall next to the bed was a large bay window with a wide bench covered in a pillow top padding and surrounded with accent pillows. A small writing desk sat on the wall the door was on and an empty bookshelf, next to it.

Right up three little steps, I walk on the green rug, behind the round flat wooden chair to the brown squared desk where a few books are stacked beside two transparent cylinder vase sets of orchids and right in the middle of the table is a lamp made in the from of a little tree with its leaves as bulbs of light. This part directly faces the little garden which is behind a pair of glass doors where fireflies play around the flowers and plants and climbing green plants climb their way up the handles to frame the door, adding to its beauty. After the desk is a white chaise lounge with pillows arranged on it alongside a cream colored blanket. "Don't get lost in it." His words ring in my head an

The same scent of old books and expensive leather, the same formidable desk, the same sense of controlled, intellectual power. He closed the door, the sound of the lock clicking into place echoing in the silent room. He didn't turn on the main light. He just flipped on a small, brass desk lamp, a single pool of warm light that pushed back the shadows, but left the corners of the room dark and mysterious.