Book Stand To Read In Bed Novels & Stories

To the left of that door stood a dark wood chest of drawers, which I’m unsure if there are any clothes in there to start with. To the right of the bed stood a large bookshelf, many dark coloured books to match the dark wood of the objects in the room, it’s more than likely no one has ever read one of those books, they’re just for show which is sad in a sense. The bed was in the centre of the room, the base of the bed matched the chest of drawers with the dark wood colour, with white sheets and duvet while the pillows were black.

I put those books back that I don’t like or have read. I look towards ten books placed on the table beside the bed. I will start a new book tomorrow. I fully cover myself with the blanket and close my eyes to sleep. Now because the king is not here so I sleep early. I am sleeping alone after so much time and I love this feeling. Though I miss the king’s warm body against mine, I still like sleeping alone.

So, please bless me with the strength to keep my sanity. " What are you doing standing there like a statue? Go take shower before going to bed," he said jumping on the bed only in his boxers. Has he planned to kill me with this half-naked glory? And who the hell sleeps in boxers? " Are we seriously going to share the bed? " I finally gathered guts to question. His eyes moved up from the book he was reading while sitting on the bed with one leg resting on the other and thankfully he has covered his lower body under the comfort.

I lifted one end of the bed and slide out the red journal. I switched off the lights, draw the curtains and laid on the bed. I opened the book’s middle and start reading. The yellow lamps on each table shelf being my light source. ‘”Please, I don’t want to do this. My mom has warned me against guys like you.” She pants as she wriggles her hands, trying to loosen the rope. “Really? What are the things she warned you against us about?” Jayden flips her folds with his right thumb, his other hand caressing her plum breast.

They looked brand new, almost as if they existed only for display. “If you find something you like,” he said casually. "Sit here on my bed.” I turned to look at him, only to find he’d already made himself comfortable, lying back on the soft mattress, one arm tucked beneath his head. I reached for one of the books, not even bothering to check the title, and walked toward him. The faint scent of cedarwood and linen drifted from his bed as I drew closer. Taking a careful breath, I sat down on the edge of the mattress.

Maybe our connection wasn’t meant to be, so no matter how we were brought together we still didn’t end up together. A few moments later, I’d found the books I wanted to buy. I placed them in my arms, then walked over to Kevin, who was sitting on the reading sofa. This bookstore has a tiny reading room with only two reading sofas separated by a small round table. A reading lamp stands beside each sofa. On the table sits a small flowerpot serving as decoration. The reading room floor is carpeted, and next to my sofa are two vending machines.

I've had soothing tea, I've smoked a joint provided by a fellow hippie downstairs… I've tried literally everything, but hello, insomnia, feel free, since you insist! I look at the furniture in the room, whose shadows are like animals moving strangely in the dark. But that doesn't scare me, it makes me bored. To top it off, Loretta is snoring like an angel in the next bed. So jealous! On his headboard, a book whose new title catches my attention. I remember how effective the reading was in returning my dream and I risk trying the same strategy again. Carefully, I take the book from Loretta's bedside table and turn on a dim light on my cell phone so I can read under the blanket. I know it's no

I sat up and touched myself. It seemed that I have fallen asleep while I was reading about something. A medium stack of books can be seen on my bedside desk, and some books—both opened and unopened—sprawled around me. A book about monsters was left opened and laid face down on me. I lifted the book and picked up any bookmark I first got my hands on, from the stack of bookmarks that I brought along with the books, and placed it on the opened part, before I close it. My body was a bit sore from getting pinned down by books. I took a few seconds to stretch my limbs before I get up from the bed.

His chest felt heavier. He stood up. Walked to the bedroom. The bed was made. The pillows still smelled like her hair. He sat on the edge. Looked at the nightstand. Her book was there. Half-read. Bookmark in place. He touched the cover. Ran his finger over the spine. Set it down. He lay back. Stared at the ceiling. The fan turned slowly. Shadows moved across the plaster. He closed his eyes. Opened them again. The ceiling stared back.

I stare at a picture of me and Clarissa hanging from the white walls with our arms around our shoulders, grinning at the camera, then lower my gaze to the aged bean bag by the desk. Piles of books sit atop the study table, all of them belonging to my former roommate. I spent a lot of hours there, Clarissa has always favoured studying on the bed with her texts propped on the pillow. For me, reading on the bed is the fastest way to fall asleep.