Soft Headphones For Sleeping Novels & Stories

Kayla was having the nap of her life. She dreamed of enjoying a fun day out with a Taylor Swift album blasting on her headphones. *Thud* *Thud* *Thud* The obnoxiously loud noise disturbed her, jerking her awake. “What is that?!” she fluttered her drowsy eyes as the sound repeated itself. “Nooo! I wanna sleep!” she pulled another pillow over her head and tried to nullify the effect of the banging. To her disappointment, she could still hear it. Vividly.

Got my earphones out, plugged them in my phone, turned on that Taylor Swift music and sleep. "We'll get started first, Dianna. Are you certain you're just going to lie down?" My head is stuck on the desk, so I merely gave a thumbs up in the air. I don't know about you, but it feels wonderful when something like this simply occurs, doesn't it? Or am I the only one who thinks so? Never worry, the light is streaming through the window and the drapes, tinting the room crimson. I finally got into the mood to fall asleep, and as I close my eyes....

With my headphones plugged into my ears, I started watching the funny videos. I stayed for almost an hour while watching the reels, and before I knew it, I started feeling drowsy. I unplugged the earpiece, placed the phone on the wardrobe attached to the bed, and then laid down to sleep. A few hours later, I woke up upon hearing the banging on the door of my room.

She made it to the bedroom, shut the door, and turned the lock with a trembling hand. She collapsed onto the bed, but the muffled sound of shouting still drifted through the heavy wood. She couldn't hear the words, and she didn't want to. She grabbed her noise-canceling headphones from the nightstand, jammed them over her ears, and turned the volume up until the world was nothing but a wall of heavy, vibrating bass.

she asked softly and his soft snores were all she heard. She bit her lips and exhaled heavily. This isn't so bad anyway, why not enjoy it?

Inside each case sat external solid-state drives, spare connection cables, a compact wireless router, and a portable satellite transceiver. He picked up a short black cable, coiled it neatly around two fingers, and tucked it into a dedicated slot in the smallest case. On the far side of the room, Noah shifted under the heavy white duvet on the king-sized bed. The blankets pulled tight around his shoulders as he turned onto his side, facing the desk. His eyes were half-closed, heavy with sleep, his dark hair messy against the white pillowcase. "Cass," Noah mumbled, his voice thick and gravelly from sleep. "What time is it?"

A thud against the wall—my wall. The bed creaked. Slow at first. Then rhythmic. Purposeful. His voice cut through—low, rough, edged with control. More gasps. Higher. Needier. The pace picked up. Brutal. Possessive. Words I didn’t want to hear. Her broken pleas. His growled responses. I shot upright, heart slamming. Earbuds. Where the hell— Found them. Under the nightstand. Fingers shaking, I jammed them in, opened Spotify, hit Taylor Swift on shuffle.

But I ruined that too, didn’t I? I close my eyes and try to breathe. I unlock my phone instead and go to my playlist. I tap on the rain sounds, steady drops falling in a soft rhythm, like nature trying to hush me. The sound fills my room slowly, curling around me like a gentle hug. My chest loosens a little. I pull the blanket over myself, curling toward the wall. The soft patter continues, steady and patient. Before I know it, my breath becomes even. My mind drifts. And I fall asleep without noticing the exact moment it happens.

An hour passed as usual, and I got right back to my house, and honestly, I still can't get used to how different it looks from the outside now and also the hall that is being constructed behind it. But that's not my worry for today, I just need to relax and then sleep. I got right in, took a very soothing bath for an hour, and then came right out. I got dressed in a free short flowy sleep dress and then walked over to the Siri station in my room. “Siri play cool relaxing music for sleep Okay.” “Playing cool relaxation music now.” “Perfect,” I muttered to myself as the music began to play, and then I slept right off to dreamland.