Boring Books For Bedtime Podcast Novels & Stories

Can't breathe lying down. "This is miserable," I groan at three in the morning. Still awake. Caius is awake too. Reading. "Want me to get you more pillows?" "I have seventeen pillows. More won't help." "Want me to read to you? Might help you relax." "Fine. But nothing boring. I'll fall asleep angry." He reads one of his favorite books. Something about ancient magic theory. His voice is soothing even when the content is dry. I fall asleep somewhere around chapter three.

He coughed awkwardly and I realized my mistake. 'That came out wrong'. 'Whatever. You shouldn't be reading with such dull lighting, that's why your eye defect keeps getting worst'. 'I can see just fine, besides it can't get any worse'. 'It actually can but you never listen so what's the point? Don't stay up all night'. He said and closed the door. 'Now back to the mystery'. I muttered as I returned to the book I had been reading. A few minutes later, my laptop went off notifying me of an incoming Skype call. I moved to my desk. It was Lauren.

Nathaniel said. “Another one! Another one!” Sebastian requested. Alisa nodded with a smile. “You want another story, Ali?” Nathaniel asked his daughter. Alisa nodded. “I can’t hear you, baby.” Alisa swayed her body at first, then spoke. “Another one!” Nathaniel chuckled, pinching Alisa’s cheek lightly. “Good girl.” They hadn’t seen Serena yet, so they eagerly listened to another story. The last book Nathaniel read was 'Goodnight Moon.' It was the perfect story to get them ready for bed. As he read, he changed his tone and pointed to the items mentioned in the book. By the time he was done, the kids were satisfied.

The rest are pretty though. Without much preamble, she digs through a drawer and slides three books across the desk toward me. One is a brightly illustrated children’s book. Another is slimmer, worn at the edges. The last is thick and also worn out. “Finish these by the end of the week. Memorize them.” I blink. “By the end of the week?” “Is there a problem?” “…No.” My gaze drops to the books. “Why the children’s one?” “Because you lack basic knowledge even toddlers know.”

She is just that amazing. Once I finish feeding him, I take him to his bedroom, where I put him in the cot bed, and I read him a book with some white noise in the background. It doesn’t take long for him to fall asleep. I've heard so many horror stories of parents that struggle to get their kids to sleep. I'm glad we never had that kind of problems with Henry, He likes his sleep, and he sleeps all the way through the night. It’s just amazing.

"Let me read you a bedtime story." Knowing he might feel lonely in a new place, I picked up the storybook he'd brought. "Which story would you like tonight?" "The Magic Academy." Ian scooted over to make room for me. I lay down beside him and began reading. Tired from playing, his eyes started drooping halfway through. I softened my voice, and soon heard steady breathing beside me. I closed the book and started to get up. Ian rolled over and hugged my arm. I froze, afraid of waking him.

My little side wanted him to read me bed time stories. I couldn’t help but ask “do you like reading books too? I read almost all the time” Robert smiled and nodded before I asked his thoughts on a variety of books for the rest of the time I was there. The night sadly had to come to an end, I wasn’t allowed to pay for my dinner, Roberts said it’s his birthday and he get’s to do what he wants that includes paying for my dinner, I accepted with a small smile, well at least I won’t starve this week.

He gestured toward the narrow aisle between fiction and children’s books. “Storage wasted on that back room. And don’t get me started on the courtyard out back. Prime square footage doing nothing but growing weeds.” Before she could fire back, the kids started filing in for storytime, backpacks thumping as they dropped onto the colorful rug. Elena shot him a warning look and moved to the front. She picked up *The Adventures of Benny the Bookworm*, her voice shifting into the warm, animated tone she used for the little ones.

I picked one of the books and sat on the chair with Liam on my lap, as I scanned the contents inside the book. The book is all filled with pictures and very few words, but the book seems to grab Liam’s attention as his eyes keep staring at the vibrant-colored pages. “It’s adorable, right,” I said, starting to read the book to Liam, who seemed interested, I guess. But one book was not enough to put this child to sleep, so I read book after book, so much so that even now I’m starting to feel sleepy but Liam she seems very awake for a child as big as my gym bag.

But before I could continue, a groggy voice drifted from across the room. “Why is it so loud?” I looked up. Brian was stirring in his small bed, rubbing his eyes. His hair stuck up in every direction, his stuffed bear clutched tightly against his chest. He blinked, confused, then pushed his blanket aside and padded over. “I can’t sleep if you’re all giggling,” he mumbled, though there was no real annoyance in his tone. Arya scooted closer to me and patted the bed. “Come, Brian. Daddy’s reading us a story.”