Boring Books For Bedtime Podcast Novels & Stories

The house was quiet; the nanny had already finished and left, leaving just me and the children. Later that evening, after dinner, I sat with the kids in their room. I picked up one of their storybooks. “Storytime!” Caleb clapped his hands, bouncing on the bed. “Alright, let’s see what we have tonight…” I opened the book. The pages showed colorful drawings of a family of three camping outside under the stars. I cleared my throat and began to read:

My body is so used to only going to bed at like three in the morning and wake up at seven that I know it’ll take forever to actually fall asleep. “I can get you a book or something to keep you busy?” he suggests and my face immediately lights up. He sees it and with a chuckle, he gets off of the bed. He leaves the room and a few moments’ later returns with an old battered copy of what looks like The Hunger Games. Fitting, both characters stuck in a place and being able to climb trees. “Hope it’s alright” Chase said, “Got it from Chevy. She’s obsessed” “It’s perfect, thank you” I said, putting the book down next to me. Chase leaves after telling me once more to not run away and then I’m left

The drawers are jammed with underwear: panties, bras, stockings. What else? The bedside tables... A pair of lamps. A plastic tumbler and a bottle of sparkling water. A clock. A radio. I slide open a drawer: hairbrush. A bottle of paracetamol. Tissues... At the back, a book. 'Poisonous and Psychoactive Plants: a Handbook.' Interesting choice of bedtime reading... I slide the drawer closed again. Something's pulling at me. Something missing. I can't put my finger on it.

“Your lifestyle is so boring. How does a story entertain anybody? Horror, thrillers, silly romance, history—blah, blah, blah. It’s a waste of time.” “You mean you’ve never read a storybook?” she asked, amused. “If books weren’t necessary for studying, I’d never open one.” “You’re unbelievable. Your response alone is enough to make me fall asleep. I’m leaving,” she said, yawning as she stood. “Wait,” he grabbed her hand, making her look back at him. “Will you sleep in my room if I tell you a bedtime story?” he asked. Kailani’s heart skipped a beat as she furrowed her brows.

"Choose some to read to our baby before bed." Liam's explanation instantly made Harriet's eyes sparkle. She then began to read the pile of novels, some containing compilations of short stories, and others containing long stories about the adventures of teenagers. The soft melody of the harp and the faint sound of Harriet turning the pages of the novel made Liam feel sleepy. His body which was aching as usual made him want to sleep constantly, but this made him very annoyed. Many times he had fallen asleep wanting to spend some quality time with his wife. He didn't want to sleep anymore. He wanted to enjoy this peaceful time a little longer.

Returning to the room I climb into bed properly, stripping back to his T-shirt and pick up a book from my bedside table, some light-hearted romance Leila gave me that never piqued my interest back then. It’s not too late but it’s past seven, so going to bed isn’t exactly unheard of. It’s not long before my over exhausted mind drifts off mid-sentence. * * * “Baby, no!” Jake’s disappointed voice breaks into my sleepy state. “I had plans for you.” His voice is husky and thick but I’m too tired to open my eyes.

"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.