Soft Headphones For Sleeping Novels & Stories

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.

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.

he says, his eyebrows going up with his honestly. I gasp, and smack him a little on the chest, which makes him laugh. “It was a very gentle snore!” he insists, grinning. “Rhythmic! Honestly, Iris, you could make ASMR videos for a very specific type of consumer –“ “Oh, shut up,” I mutter, even though I’m laughing too, just a little. And I sigh, and curl up next to him again where I was all night, my head on his chest. I groan a little at the tense feeling at the back of my head – the result of too much stress and whiskey, too little water and sleep.

I was so jealous and frustrated that I wanted to get out of my bed, stomp down there and demand Kade to have the decency to at least look me in the eye, especially for causing my mind and body to be totally at war because of him. But I bit my tongue and opted for headphones then raised the volume. I winced but at least it was high enough to block them out. I forced myself to listen to the words that slipped through the buds of the headphones until I found myself falling asleep. By the time I woke up, it was already the next day. Or more precisely in the morning. I blinked, opening and closing my mouth in, I bet funny way as I felt drool at the corners of my lips. Squinting and groaning, I mo

Fighting the temptation to use my earphones is not new to me while tutoring. The stress of making sure he gets the topic is a challenge. Theo’s parents did not hire me. I have been doing this for the rest of my 12th grade because of one incident. I called him a douchebag in the cafeteria last month when he cut the old earphones that I bought using the pennies that I collected. At that time, I wanted to earn money to satisfy my needs because my aunt stopped giving me allowances.

Her body was tingling and she knew it was the alcohol but too bad, she can't hook up with anyone without blowing her cover. It wasn't long and all she could hear were moans and heavy panting all around, she covered her ears with her hands but it didn't block out the sounds, she used her pillow but no way. She got up from the bed with a groan and went to the wardrobe. It's a good thing she doesn't go anywhere without her headphone, she searched her bag for it and went back to bed, she put on a music and tuned the volume to max. She put on the headphone and all she could hear was her music, she smiled in satisfaction and closed her eyes. She fell asleep soon after, thanks to the alcohol.

What a life! I go to bed as early as 9 to ensure I have enough sleep before Toff comes home from his date, and keeps me up all night with his night activity. I did complain to him which the following week I was gifted with a pink limited-edition Bose noise-cancellation headphone. Yes, it's very helpful. But I still can't sleep with those giant headphones on my ears thats why I opt for sleeping early and covering my ears with the headphones once I got woken up by the screaming and slapping and so many kinky stuff I have yet to understand.

On top of that, the bedding smelled weird, like some kind of strong, flowery fabric softener, and the blankets weren’t heavy enough to calm my nerves. I used to have a weighted blanket, but it had gotten lost somewhere, in one of our many moves. All of these things were like sandpaper assaulting my senses. I reached for my phone and found my white-noise playlist. I selected my favorite Tibetan singing bowls and rain and turned up the volume until I no longer noticed the other sounds. I tried to lay still and focus on my breathing. But even with all that, it was still after 2:00 AM when I finally dropped off to sleep.

She could hear something just above that, too, the sound of familiar voices calling. Her parents, shouting out her name, closer, closer... searching when they hadn’t been able to find her. Their cries becoming frantic the louder and nearer they came. They were calling her name, demanding that she answer them. But she couldn’t; she was just too tired, and she knew already she was on the grass, laying there fast asleep. Knew also, sadly, that she would not be able to answer those calls for a long, long time.

It was already one in the morning but Ziva was unable to sleep because the thought of being alone didn't let her in peace. She changed her sleeping position more than hundreds of times until now. Finally, she gets up, opens the side table drawer removes her mobile and plugin the earphones started listening to music. It helps her mind to cool down and God knows when she dozed off to sleep.