Soft Headphones For Sleeping Novels & Stories

His eyes met mine, but he looked away almost immediately like he was ashamed to look at me. That night, I went to sleep wearing my headphones and playing a podcast of my mom’s voice, hoping it would help me sleep well without needing anyone in my bed. Even though I slept really late, it still worked. ******************* I woke up to the buzzing of my phone on the nightstand. Groggily, I pulled off my headphones and answered the call without looking at the caller ID. “Uhmm, good morning,” I mumbled, my eyes still heavy with sleep.

I brought out my ear buds from the pocket of the hoodie I was wearing, connected it to my phone and interlaced my fingers with Kenneth's. I relaxed into warm, cream-colored chair. The smooth movement of the bus lulled me to sleep, Maroon 5's Girls Like You my lullaby.

Jack said so softly I barely heard him. A soft snore in my ear drew my attention away and I looked back at Jordan lying next to me sleeping away. I smiled softly loving how relaxed he looked, he was barely over thirty but the lines on his face said that he was years older. Not wanting to disturb his rest, I slowly slid out of the bed trying hard to be quiet and gentle. His snore broke off midway as his eyes flew open glazed, not focusing as a snarl crossed his lips.

I reach for my phone and command the room's smart system to play a soothing sleeping melody. The room is gradually bathed in a soft, calming glow as the lights dim to a warm ambiance. I slip on a pair of earphones, the music's gentle notes filling my ears, attempting to drown out the noise in my mind. I lie back down, my eyes closing as I focus on the melody, trying to find that elusive peace. As the music weaves its way around me, I let go, letting my mind drift, my thoughts ebbing away like waves on a distant shore. Sleep slowly beckons, and despite the turmoil, exhaustion pulls me under, and I begin to succumb to its embrace.

Quickly rising to my feet, I rush upstairs and into my room, closing the door behind me. I sit on my bed in the dark as I listen to my dad and his date for the night, stumbling through the house toward his bedroom. At least they closed the door. That will help suppress the sounds of their late-night tryst. Dad seems to like the loud ones, and before I can give it much thought, I can hear her moaning loudly from the room down the hall. Looks like I’ll need my noise canceling headphones tonight. I put them on and lay in bed listening to “Wish You Were Here” by Incubus as a few more silent tears fall down my cheeks. Another reminder that I’m not with my mate tonight.

TIME: 04:15 HOURS. LOCATION: SECTOR 4, "HELIX RESIDENCES," APARTMENT 402. STATUS: INSOMNIA. Ren couldn't sleep. The expensive memory-foam mattress, imported from the Swiss Bio-Zone, felt like quicksand. It was too soft. It swallowed him whole. Beside him, Maya breathed in a soft, rhythmic cadence, her hand resting protectively over the swell of her belly. In her dreams, she was likely walking through a park with their daughter, safe and fed.

Her voice sounded like it was coming from just beyond my door. Jumping to my feet, I plucked a pair of small blue fuzzy earmuffs from off my bedside table and hurried to Theo's crib to place them over his ears. He was a heavy sleeper just like his father but yells outside sounded like it was about to turn into a full on screaming match, and that didn't seem like the kind of commotion he could sleep through. When I was sure, my son's sleep was secured, I went to curl up behind the door ready to get my morning dose of entertainment from the women outside, I had no idea what their problem was but it sure sounded like it would be fun to listen to

But before I could get there I was hearing the very loud moans with his occasional groans, I could also hear the sound of the bed slamming the wall harshly. "Everett! Y….yes! Don't s…stop do……." She yelled, loudly. I ran to my room cleaning the tears on my face. I went to my closet and I couldn't hear anything. I cleaned my tears as I went to bring out what to wear. I brought out a black suit pants with a red top. The pants are very fitted and the top is a little bigger than me. It has a rope in the front with red buttons going down. I also brought out a black heels. After hanging them I took my nightgown and went to the bathroom. I took my bath, washing my hair to reduce the pain a little.

But tonight the sounds were different. Breathing. Low. Controlled. Then something softer. A moan. Maya sat up in bed, her back against the headboard, covers pulled tight around her. Her thighs pressed together. She told herself to ignore it, to put on music or plug in her headphones. But she didn’t. She listened. Another sound. A soft grunt. Then quiet again. She let her eyes close. Her hand drifted to her stomach, then lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her sleep shorts. Her fingers moved slowly. Hesitantly. Her breath caught.

As I fall asleep, I feel a soft set of lips on my forehead as I hear him saying, " sleep good, beautiful" And I did.