Boring Books For Bedtime Podcast Novels & Stories

"Mama. Dada. Luna sleep?" "It's 7 PM, baby. Way past your bedtime." "Story first?" "Always story first." We followed her to her room—no longer a nursery, now a full toddler room with a big girl bed she'd recently transitioned to. "Which book tonight?" Alexander asked. "ALL books!" "We're not reading all the books. Pick three." "Five!" "Three." "Four!" "Deal. Four books." She selected them carefully. "Hungry Caterpillar. Wild Things. Good Night Moon. And... this one!"

The moment I stepped inside, the familiar smell of books wrapped around me—paper, dust, ink—comforting in a way nothing else had been lately. I made my way to the back, my favorite spot. Quiet. Hidden. Safe. Which was why it caught me off guard when I found someone already there. Sleeping. I pulled out a chair on the opposite end, leaving a careful distance between us, and sat down. I slipped my pods in and played “Full 180” by Luminati Suns on repeat at full volume. Two hours later, my eyes ached, my focus gone. I hadn’t even gotten through much. Frustration built quickly. I slammed my book shut. The sound cracked through the silence.

he says firmly. Part of me is thrilled to still have a therapist, while another part of me could do without the parental lecture regarding my behavior. “We will bump you back up to weekly appointments until you feel like you have more control. As for the sleeping, I recommend finding a book to read before bed.” “A book?” I interrupt. “Yes. Pick something that interests you and designate an hour before bed to read. Screens can keep your brain overstimulated and make it difficult to fall asleep,” he explains, glancing at his watch.

"Yeah. It's kind of boring and I don't see the point of reading books. What are we gonna do reading that?" I shook my head at him. "You're missing a lot in your life. Anyways, my favorite book is Nights in Rodanthe by Nicholas Sparks." "Hmm," he hummed. "What's your favourite song?" And so we went on talking about random things. We were questioning each other for about half an hour when I finally got bored of it. "I think that's enough," I finally said. "What? We still have an hour left until we get home." "But I don't want to ask any more questions. I am tired," I said, and right on cue a yawn escaped my lips.

Time for "old faithful." I pulled out some scriptures Ruthie, my best friend, gave me. I had a bookmark in Genesis Four. That's where I'd stopped the last time I needed help falling asleep. Yes, I was a scripture-reading teenager. However, my motivation wasn't to get all spiritual - it was to get so bored, I would fall asleep. It was a tip from Ruthie - whose parents were super righteous. Ruthie called the scriptures her insomnia cure - a biblical miracle! Ha! Fortunately, it worked for me, too. I cracked the book open to Genesis Four.

“I need to stay as close to Alpha Aiden as possible just in case he wakes up and needs my ethical help“ I tried to convince myself. *Yawn Yawn Yawn* The book I’m reading is so boring ,filled with histories that I get really sleepy when I’m just on the 3rd page. ***** “This teddy bear is so big and warm” I whispered, wrapping my arms around the big teddy bear on my bed. “First you named a rabbit after me and now you are calling me a teddy bear …I wonder what next will come out of those lips of yours' ' came a husky sleepy deep voice.