Soft Headphones For Sleeping Novels & Stories

SOFIA: A soft sound pulls me out of sleep. It’s faint, almost nothing like a door closing too carefully. For a moment I lie still, listening, my body already alert. The room is dark, lit only by the thin wash of moonlight through the curtains. I turn toward the kids. Killian is sprawled on his stomach, one arm flung over his pillow. Cherry is curled on her side, her small breaths even. I brush a hand over their hair, making sure they’re warm and deep asleep.

Her breathing gradually became steadier as the throbbing in her head subsided. As Sierra began to fall asleep and drift into dreamland, she vaguely felt her bed move slightly. The soft sound of fabric rubbing could be heard as her consciousness began to fade. There was a gentle touch on her head— large fingers moving slowly, lightly massaging her scalp with a soothing rhythm. Her tired body responded slightly, shifting a little, but her eyes remained reluctant to open. She let the touch continue, letting the large hands do whatever they wanted to her, until finally a faint, fuzzy voice lulled her further into sleep.

Rachel had fallen asleep with her music still playing softly in the background. The melodic tunes of her favorite playlist filled the room, creating a peaceful ambiance as she drifted off into slumber. However, as the night wore on, the music began to buzz and crackle, the sound growing louder and more erratic. Unbeknownst to Rachel, the noise from her malfunctioning speaker was not only disrupting her own sleep but also disturbing her neighbors. The sudden buzzing and crackling jolted them awake from their peaceful slumber, causing grumbles and curses to echo through the thin walls of the apartment building.

"Yeah, but the question is, why? What have they done to deserve to be punished?" I mumble, "I don't know." A little bit of turbulence happens making me clench the arms of my seat. I hear Silas chuckle softly before he puts my headset back on and says, "Try to relax, maybe get some sleep. We've still got a while left and we can talk later." I nod in agreement as I try to turn my mind off and just focus on the music playing on the headphones. When I fall asleep it's restless because all I can hear are different voices. Both sound like women, but I can't place who they belong to.

She is also boiling some water which I think she is going to use for making her coffee since there is an open sachet of coffee near her. "Can I sleep again?" I asked. "Of course, you can. Besides, it is still early. You still need to take some rest." Her answer is enough to know that she is letting me to go back to sleep. Without any word, I walk to my room. I locked it first before getting my phone and earphone. I lay down on my bed as I search for the playlist that I like. It's my hobby to have my playlist before I sleep. Music is a great thing that helps me when I am sleeping, especially the lullaby or at least the songs with soft tone. Those are helping me to get back to sleep faster.

Maybe there’s no difference. At half past midnight, I open my laptop and place an order. Noise machine. Custom frequency settings. Uploadable tracks. I select the file myself: a collection of classical pieces she mentioned once—Debussy, Chopin, Satie—quiet, human things with edges soft enough to touch. Add: silk eye mask. Color: black. Gift note: For the hours that won’t behave. Delivery: 6 a.m. sharp. When I finish, I lean back and stare at the confirmation screen.

In just one month, I'd gone from a normal woman to someone completely enslaved by desire. A conclusion was included at the bottom of the report. "Specific sound wave frequencies can effectively reverse psychological conditioning. Gradual reduction of auditory triggers will restore the subject to baseline." My breath caught. It was no wonder I'd heard that strange trickling sound during my first visit. It had seemed so familiar, but I couldn't place it. I understood it now. It was the white noise sleep aid Derek had bought for his insomnia. He'd listened to it every night for days. I'd fallen asleep to it too, many times.

The room was pitch black, except for the tiny blue light on the floor. I was on my stomach, my face pressed against the cold hardwood. I had pulled the laptop from under the mattress—the one Silas had smuggled in days ago. The earbud was still in. It felt like a bug crawling in my ear, buzzing with static.

He went to his bed and flaked out. Continuous honking almost tore his eardrums and his sweet sleep. " Oh! what's this sound? "he closed his ears with his hands , trying to sleep little more but still couldn't resist the sound, piercing his ear. He came out in his balcony, yawning and rubbing his eyes. ' An audi suv and one Mercedes Benz were parked in the compound of that building. 8-10 persons, holding big-big boxes were unloading from a big vehicle and taking those boxes inside the house.

Brady said. Rye pivoted on his heel and cast his gaze over his shoulder, fixing his eyes on the young woman beside him. The young Woman dons a pair of headphones, each securely fastened to its respective ear. Additionally, she wears a pair of sunglasses, and the lady appears to be in a state of slumber. With a swift motion, Rye settles into the chair. Awakening at the ungodly hour of three in the morning, he could not fight the overwhelming sensation of drowsiness. He lowered himself onto the seat and closed his eyes.