Novel & Cerita Lampu Tidur Bintang

Catrina. I turn off all the lights, leaving me with only the dim glow of a candle that had gone out ten minutes ago. Now my room was bathed in a soft glow as the moon provided the only source of light. I usually turn my bedlamp on when I sleep, so I don't sleep too soundly and will always be ready to wake up if Lacie needs me during the night. I didn't even realize it had become a habit that I've had since my daughter was a baby.

Then I frowned, because I realized that I would have to stand up to switch off the lights, as I didn't quite appreciate sleeping with the lights on. Letting out a tired groan, I rose up from the bed like a zombie and went ahead to switch off all the lights. Then I returned to lie down on the bed, with my gaze focused on the ceiling because it was beautiful. With the lights switched off, there was something like a tiny thousand white stars shining up there on the ceiling. I did not know how they did it, but whenever I looked up at it, I kept on saying to myself that it was money well spent.

“And Tim Burton.” “Yeah.” She closed the gate to Monster’s room and turned off the light. The small lamp that looked like the ones on her bedside table flickered to life. “His lamp is on a sensor. It’s like a night light.” “Where did you find matching furniture?” he asked pulling her to him.

It had been quite a while since Elsa had gotten back to her room, the sun was down already and the dim light of the moon entered the room through the open curtains that she left open before going to bed. Elsa had gone to bed early as she had a rough day today and wanted to get her energy back, but right now the person on the bed wasn't Elsa, Michel lied in the bed wearing the night gown that Elsa had worn. It was in the verge of tearing due to his muscular body, he rolled around in the bed because it was suffocating in the dress.

The bedroom was a blue cave. The blackout curtains were drawn, blocking the city lights, leaving only the soft glow of the star-shaped nightlight. It was 9:00 PM. The penthouse was quiet, but it was the quiet of people sleeping, not people hiding. Ethan lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling. He was tracing the glow-in-the-dark stickers he had put there last year. Orion. The Big Dipper. The Death Star (which wasn't a constellation, but Uncle Marcus said it counted).

ASTRID TALITHA'S POINT OF VIEW I was hardly tried to keep my eyes open despite the fact that these tired eyes of mine really wanted to take a deep nap. So I decided to take a quick shower the moment I entered my room, I smell a flowery scent as I dove into my bed, probably because of the new liquid detergent used by my mom in washing my pure black bed sheet, and comforter, along with the cases of my two long pillows and a fluffy squared one that was on the top of my bed, which has the same dark color to match it up, I just changed last night. I opened a small white table right next to my wardrobe that was built into the wall and got my wireless hair blower and used it to dry up my hair. I tu

She sat on the kitchen counter and drank the smoothie which just tasted like honey and strawberries. "Come here." Beau whispered to her as he came back from her room. "Close your eyes and let me guide you." "Okay." She let him lead her into the bedroom and sit her down. "You can open your eyes now." She did so and gasped. "Oh goodness!" "Lower your voice you'll wake Ella up." "Sorry, it's just. Are these actual fireflies?" "No. They are really small lights shaped like fireflies. The floating effect is made by the electric charge on the caps. It's something I've been working on."

My room had a fairly large bed and candlelit chandeliers, an heater, too and a PlayStation I didn’t discover till my last days. My first nightfall was cold – too cold and even the Bulgarian stars failed to unveil themselves in all of their glamour illuminating the dark night. Perhaps, they felt the chill too and decide to stay warm at home in their milkyway. Or maybe, they sensed my presence and didn’t want to be witnesses to my impending doom. Maybe.

Could it be due to the presence of another person in the room? After he had finished eating, Ling Yiran cleaned up the plates. "I usually sleep with the lights on. I hope you don't mind," she said. Ever since she was released from prison, she had gotten into the habit of keeping the lights on while sleeping. "Sure." Ling Yiran lay down on the bed, while he lay on the mat she had spread on the ground. She closed her eyes and tried hard to fall asleep. She did not know when it started, but at some point in time, she had started to find it really scary to sleep.

I lay down first, pulling the blanket to cover me and fixing the pillow under Belle’s head. “Lights?” He asked, giving me a soaring glance. I nodded, and without a word, he walked over and switched it off, leaving only the lamp on his bedside table on. The bed dipped a bit when Dante climbed. The room fell into silence, and my gaze remained rooted on the ceiling, despite how dark it was. Dante switched off his lamp a moment later, but even that wasn't enough to make me sleep. I knew with certainty that sleeping might get difficult for me, especially since I had already slept.