Light For Book Reading In Bed Novels & Stories

I picked up the book I was reading earlier to try focusing on that rather than on him but it was quite hard to not ogle at his well-sculpted muscles. He got on his side of the bed and lay under the duvet before purposely switching off the lights I was using to read my novel. How rude! I let out a sigh of annoyance as the room got engulfed in darkness. I couldn’t help but feel annoyed but I knew I couldn't turn the light back on as that would result in another round of problems tonight. He is just a mean man cause It wasn't like there weren’t days that he'd left the light on cause he was working and I slept without complaining and my reading wasn't even harming him in any way or form.

Maybe the mighty Damien Blackwood is not that bad. I felt like her royal highness as I slipped under the silky sheet and the material made sweet love to my skin. "Night light on." I laid the command and sighed contently. The night light went on and its luster was passionately romantic and soft on the eyes. The dimmer red glow encompassing the room was inspiring of hot, long love making with your lover. The bed was so comfortable, I knew I was going to have a hard time getting out of it in the morning.

I've had soothing tea, I've smoked a joint provided by a fellow hippie downstairs… I've tried literally everything, but hello, insomnia, feel free, since you insist! I look at the furniture in the room, whose shadows are like animals moving strangely in the dark. But that doesn't scare me, it makes me bored. To top it off, Loretta is snoring like an angel in the next bed. So jealous! On his headboard, a book whose new title catches my attention. I remember how effective the reading was in returning my dream and I risk trying the same strategy again. Carefully, I take the book from Loretta's bedside table and turn on a dim light on my cell phone so I can read under the blanket. I know it's no

Sunlight filtered through the sheer fabric, casting dancing patterns of light and shadow across the room. A cozy reading nook nestled in one corner, complete with an overstuffed armchair and a collection of leather-bound books. The inviting glow of a softly flickering lamp beckoned me to lose myself in the pages of a timeless classic, the perfect escape from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. As I took in the beauty of my surroundings, I felt a sense of peace wash over me.

I stood just inside the room and concentrated very hard on looking at things that were not Ares. The room was large and beautiful in the same understated way as everything else about him. Dark wood. Deep, expensive sheets on the enormous bed against the far wall — charcoal grey, neatly made even at this hour, the precision of a man whose habits did not relax just because nobody was watching. A reading chair near the window with a book open and face-down on the side table. A glass of water. The lamp on the nightstand was the only light on in the room and it threw everything into warm, deep, shadowed contours. The bed.

The faint light I saw was a bedside lamp and it painted a very nice glow against his caramel skin. His room was similar to mine, only his bed faced the front of the house, but it was hard to focus on anything else in the room when Zac was there. I took a step closer, to peer deeper into the room to see what book he was reading, but when I did the floor creaked and Zac's eyes snapped up from his book to inspect the sound, or maybe it was because I was basically halfway through his door now. He put his book aside and got up from his bed.

Under the soft glow of the wall-mounted oil lamps and the candles burning from the chandelier above, along with those flickering inside the candle holders scattered across Bruno’s worktable, the room was bathed in a warm, golden haze. The light swayed gently with every faint movement of air, casting restless shadows on the walls and over our faces. We had just finished the last book. When Bruno closed it, he let it drop onto the table with a dull sound, landing neatly on top of the other two volumes we had already read. He exhaled deeply afterward.

One nightstand has a vase with lilacs and both of the nightstands have lamps that. One side of the room has a bookshelf that goes with the theme of my bedroom. Across from my bed is a T.V with a wooden built-in t.v stand. By the bookshelf is a glass desk where I can do homework. On the desk are some nicknacks that represent me.

"My grandmother told me from childhood that there is a terrible evil lurking in the dark, so I should beware of the darkness... So I have always been afraid of the dark. I always came home before dusk and asked my mother not to turn off the light in my room. Then she would light a candle for me and put it on the bedside table next to my bed to save electricity. I stared at that flame and felt safe, as if some invisible force hidden within that flame was watching over me, protecting from all evil. However, the darkness caught me then in my dreams, it lurked, hiding in its depths overgrown creatures with huge teeth, long claws and wild eyesight. Chased by these terrible creations of my childho