Lampu Tidur Bintang Novels & Stories

“We’re making the most of it, Em. That’s what matters.” Bedtime In Lily’s room, the soft glow of her bedside lamp illuminated the walls, covered with colorful drawings and posters. She was already tucked under her quilt when Emma and Thomas walked in, holding a familiar storybook. “Which one did you pick?” Thomas asked, sitting on the edge of her bed. “The one about the star that gets lost,” Lily said, holding up the book. “I like how the other stars help her find her way home.” Emma smiled, settling beside her. “That’s a good one. Let’s read it together.”

It wasn’t what I was expecting. Honestly, it topped Tyrone’s gift but I wasn’t going to tell him that. The room was small, but not too small. There were no windows on the wall, but there was one on the ceiling. Tyrone told me that it was called a skylight and that during the day it would allow sunlight into the room or I could watch the stars at night. The bed was built into the floor, the size of one wall to another and decorated with fluffy blankets and a few pillows.

Paper snowflakes line the windowsill, catching the light and shining like bits of frost. We both huff at the same time and collapse onto the bed, completely spent. “That was a lot of work,” Sid says, breathless. “But the results are amazing!” She says cheerfully. I hum in agreement and stare up at the ceiling. Fairy lights are arranged above us in loose constellations, tiny stars glowing softly against the pale surface. Paper snowflakes hang from nearly invisible threads, floating like they’re frozen in time. The room feels warm, cozy and almost whimsical.

[Spectacle.] My father's room was bathed in a soft, magenta hue. The source of the light was his nightside lamp which he apparently had changed the bulb to some kind of LED smart bulb. Admittedly, it gave the room an extremely sexy vibe. Walking slowly to his bed, I stood next to it staring at him. His eyes were taking me in, looking over my body with a roused look on his face. I climbed up onto his bed and sat down beside him. For a minute, we were both quiet, eyes locked on each other.

I changed out of my clothes into my nightshirt and jumped on my bed after switching off the light and stared at the stars and other planetary bodies splayed on my ceiling with my hands resting behind my head. It was something my aunt bought for me when I first moved in and I was having nightmares about the accident. She had found out that I was okay whenever I saw the stars, so she got me a light that projected the stars. But try as I might, I couldn't sleep. I turned and tossed around for hours, yet sleep denied me the comfort I sought. While tossing for probably the hundredth time that night, I heard the loud sound of a motorcycle engine. I hurriedly jumped out of the bed and raced down th

, Dad hugged me again before disappearing into his room. I stopped by the twins' room first to check on them. They were fast asleep, so I walked in quietly and gave them goodnight kisses before adjusting their blankets. “Goodnight, my babies. I promise everything is going to be better from this point forward” I lingered for a few seconds before I left the room. I made sure to turn their moon-shaped bed lamp on because they could wake up in the middle of the night and get scared if the room was too dark. “Okay. Let’s do this,” I told Astrais as I entered my own room and locked the door behind me. “Show me what other powers I have”

with that Jack lay down on bed, switching off the lights. "Good night"

His bed was expansive and comfortable as I lay there and stared up at the ceiling. This one wasn't a canopy, though he had a chandelier. It was decorated with deep blue crystals, which added a dash of said color to the room along with white light. I turned my head, studying the nightstand. A lamp sat there with carved shark designs upon it. The general scent of the room reminded me of a pine forest near the ocean. The vibe was as though I was looking out toward waves as the clock struck midnight.

She then turned off the lights and climbed on the bed. An hour of silence passed, but Hae Mina could not find sleep as energy and worrying thoughts raced through her. She rolled on her back and looked up to the ceiling. She noticed a square block and stood up. Her fingers were an inch too short to reach it, so she climbed from the bed and flicked on the overhead light. She then began to look for a way to open the skylight.