Book Stand To Read In Bed Novels & Stories

In front of it was a matching stool with wooden legs and a fluffy white blanket sitting over it. Picking up the blanket she held against her body and nearly melted at how soft it was. Covering herself with it she made her way to a nearby bookstand and ran her fingers across the spines of the neatly packed books. She admired the colours each one had and how each presented itself with a unique quirk.

In this room I have nothing else to do, and I'm happy to kill some time. Looking over the books I take my time before I decide to go for one of them, leaving the rest on the side table when I take a seat in the freshly made bed. Taking a deep inhale of the pillow, I can't smell anything other than fresh linen and relax back on the bed.

The bath was more than relaxing, Isabella couldn't deny it. She could picture herself dozing off the moment her body touched the bed. On a normal night like this, in the apartment she managed with Iora, she would have turned on a lamp and spread herself on the bed with a book in her hands, and read late into the night. Books were like hot coals to her. The more she read, the more she blew on the flame, turning it into a mighty fire.

Beside it was a jar of strawberry candies—the exact brand Dorothea always ate—with a handwritten label on the porcelain palette: Dorothea. She stepped into the bedroom. The bed was enormous, covered in linen sheets and a silk duvet that felt weightless. A dark grey wool throw was draped over the foot of the bed. On the nightstand sat an open picture book, the bookmark placed exactly where Dorothea had stopped reading last time.

My elbow rests on the arm of the leather chair, knuckles grazing my temple. All I want is to lie in bed with a certain woman and fake sleep just so I can watch her read those books she swears aren’t alien p**n. To see the rise and fall of the blanket next to me. To listen to pages turn and the occasional dramatic sigh when the plot pisses her off.

He made a shushing gesture to the girls. "Shhh, your mother's asleep. Let's be sure not to wake her up." The girls were both sitting on a sheet covered mat on the floor that Brook slept on whenever she stayed over. They both looked up at Cindy's dad with curious excitement as he stood a moment by the door in a tight pair of boxer briefs and a T shirt. His cock and balls made a prominent bulge in his briefs, and Brook knew immediately from the look in his eyes that he couldn't stop thinking about what happened earlier any more than they could.

So, I move to my wardrobe, and strip off my fluffy robe, and pull on the warmest, comfiest, least sexy pajamas I have – blue flannel, button down, with little stars on them – and crawl back into my bed. After looping my still-damp hair onto my head in a messy bun, I pick up a book from my nightstand, flick on my reading light, and start to read, trying to wipe thoughts of Kent from my mind. The book is a good one – I’m quickly engrossed in the romance of it, the quick twists and turns of the plot, the plight of the heroine which is, indeed, quite shocking. But nothing shocks me more than a sudden noise in my own room.

A tall bookshelf loomed beside it filled with books upon books that her fingers itched to read. The sleeping area had a four poster bed with its curtains pulled along the poles to reveal the big bed inside. The bed was covered with blankets and duvets that looked so soft and comfy that Celine felt her eyes drooping already. Beside it was a mirror cabinet and two poufs, all of them ornate and made of rich wood.

One nightstand has a vase with lilacs and both of the nightstands have lamps that. One side of the room has a bookshelf that goes with the theme of my bedroom. Across from my bed is a T.V with a wooden built-in t.v stand. By the bookshelf is a glass desk where I can do homework. On the desk are some nicknacks that represent me.

I don’t think there’s any point in trying to go back to sleep when the voices are practically shouting. With a small sigh, I get up out of bed, throw on my fav jagger tee and lounge pants. I grab my phone and pick up my kindle and wireless earbuds on the way to my balcony. My building has no obstructed views of the ocean. It’s beautiful watching the sunrise from here, but it’s still a little early. It’s why I brought such a large outdoor day bed. It’s almost like a little cocoon. A place I can sit back, enjoy a good book and listen to music, or I can simply watch the world go by and drift into my imagination.