Sleep Stories for Adults
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Join us for a soothing journey into dreamland with 'Sleep Stories for Adults,' the podcast that helps you unwind, relax, and drift into a peaceful slumber. Each episode features enchanting tales and calming narrations designed to ease your mind and guide you into a restful night's sleep. Experience the magic of bedtime stories crafted specifically for grown-ups, and wake up refreshed and rejuvenated. Sweet dreams await on 'Sleep Stories for Adults.
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This is Sleep Stories for Adults. Make sure you follow us so that we can hit our goal of 10,000 followers.Follow the playlist with Snuggly here.The afternoon light is softening when you pass through the ancient wooden door, its surface dark with centuries of hands pushing it open, its iron hinges worn smooth by the passage of countless scholars and students and seekers who have entered this space before you, each one seeking something—knowledge or solitude or simply a quiet place to read, to think, to be.
This is Sleep Stories for Adults. Make sure you follow us so that we can hit our goal of 10,000 followers.The afternoon light is beginning its slow transformation when you arrive at the edge of the world, or what feels like the edge of the world, where the land stretches away in waves of golden grass and the sky seems to take up more space than the earth, where the horizon is so distant you can see the curve of the planet, where silence is not the absence of sound but a presence of its own, thick and soft and all-encompassing.
This is Sleep Stories for Adults. Make sure you follow us so that we can hit our goal of 10,000 followers.The afternoon light is soft and filtered through the persistent mist that has settled over Seoul when you step off the subway at Bukchon station, emerging from the underground into the hillside neighborhood where traditional hanok houses still cluster together, their curved tile roofs creating waves of gray and charcoal against the modern city that surrounds them. The air is cool and damp, carrying with it the smell of rain-wet stone and pine, of cooking kimchi and the slight metallic scent that cities always have, of millions of people living close together, of density and life and the constant hum of human activity.
This is Sleep Stories for Adults. Make sure you follow us so that we can hit our goal of 10,000 followers.The afternoon sun is beginning its slow descent when you turn off the narrow country road onto an even narrower dirt track, the car bumping gently over the rutted surface, forcing you to slow to barely more than walking pace. On either side of the track, lavender stretches away in endless rows, the plants at their absolute peak of bloom, their purple flowers so dense and vibrant they seem almost unreal, as if someone has painted the landscape in shades that shouldn't exist in nature but somehow do.
This is Sleep Stories for Adults. Make sure you follow us so that we can hit our goal of 10,000 followers.The afternoon is fading into evening when you first see the spires of Bruges rising above the flat Belgian landscape, their Gothic points reaching toward a sky that is beginning to show the first hints of twilight colors. The train has been carrying you through fields and small villages for the past hour, each one looking like it stepped out of a Bruegel painting, and now it slows as it approaches the station, the rhythm of wheels on tracks changing, becoming more deliberate, more measured, as if the train itself is preparing to enter a place where time moves differently.
This is Sleep Stories for Adults. Make sure you follow us so that we can hit our goal of 10,000 followers.The heat of the day is finally beginning to lift when you step out onto the narrow street, the afternoon giving way to evening, the fierce tropical sun descending toward the horizon and taking with it some of its intensity. The air is still warm, humid in the way that makes your skin feel soft and slightly damp, but there is a breeze now, moving through the streets of the Old Quarter, carrying with it the complex scent that is uniquely Hanoi—a mixture of cooking oil and incense, of tropical flowers and engine exhaust, of the Red River that flows through the city and the ancient stones that pave these streets.PS do you have of flying? Download SkyCalm on iOS today: https://apps.apple.com/us/app/skycalm-fear-of-flying/id6746972686
This is Sleep Stories for Adults. Make sure you follow us so that we can hit our goal of 10,000 followers.The late afternoon light has turned everything to honey when you turn off the main road onto a narrow lane barely wide enough for your car, marked only by a weathered wooden sign that reads "Mas de la Lune" in faded script. The road—more dirt track than actual road—winds between fields that stretch away on both sides, and the car bounces gently over the uneven surface, forcing you to slow down, to take your time, to enter this place at the pace it demands rather than the pace you might prefer.
This is Sleep Stories for Adults. Make sure you follow us so that we can hit our goal of 10,000 followers.The afternoon light is softening when you step out of the small hotel onto the narrow cobblestone street, the fierce heat of the day giving way to something more gentle, more forgiving. The stones beneath your feet are smooth and uneven, worn by centuries of footsteps, polished by the passage of countless lives that have walked these same paths through the centuries when this city was Constantinople, when it was Byzantium, when it has always been the bridge between continents, between worlds.PS do you have of flying? Download SkyCalm on iOS today: https://apps.apple.com/us/app/skycalm-fear-of-flying/id6746972686
This is Sleep Stories for Adults. Make sure you follow us so that we can hit our goal of 10,000 followers.The road narrows as you drive deeper into the countryside, the pavement giving way to white gravel that crunches beneath your tires, creating a sound that is somehow both crisp and soft, a rhythmic accompaniment to your journey. The rental car handles the unpaved road with ease, and you slow your pace, allowing yourself to absorb everything around you, to let the landscape work its ancient magic.On either side of the road, the hills roll away in waves of green and gold and amber, each one layered behind the next, creating depth that seems to go on forever. This is Tuscany in late summer, when the wheat has been harvested and the fields glow in shades of honey and straw, when the grapes are heavy on the vines and the olives are beginning to darken, when everything is ripe and full and ready.PS do you have of flying? Download SkyCalm on iOS today: https://apps.apple.com/us/app/skycalm-fear-of-flying/id6746972686
This is Sleep Stories for Adults. Make sure you follow us so that we can hit our goal of 10,000 followers.The afternoon light is softening when you step out onto the pathway, the intense white glare of midday giving way to something gentler, warmer, more forgiving. Everything in Santorini is white—impossibly, brilliantly white—the buildings painted and repainted until they seem to glow from within, reflecting the sun with such intensity that you need to squint even as evening approaches.PS do you have of flying? Download SkyCalm on iOS today: https://apps.apple.com/us/app/skycalm-fear-of-flying/id6746972686
This is Sleep Stories for Adults. Make sure you follow us so that we can hit our goal of 10,000 followers.The platform is nearly empty when you arrive, the evening crowd having already departed on earlier trains. Only a few people remain—an elderly couple sitting on a wooden bench sharing a piece of fruit, a young woman with a backpack reading a book, a man in a linen suit speaking quietly into his phone. The air is warm, carrying with it the particular quality of Italian summer evenings, when the heat of the day has softened but not yet surrendered to night.PS do you have of flying? Download SkyCalm on iOS today: https://apps.apple.com/us/app/skycalm-fear-of-flying/id6746972686
This is Sleep Stories for Adults. Make sure you follow us so that we can hit our goal of 10,000 followers.The city is silent when you step out into the night, a silence so rare in Venice that it feels like a gift, like something precious that has been saved just for you. It is past midnight, that hour when even the latest diners have returned home, when the bars have closed their doors, when the gondoliers have moored their boats and the vaporettos have stopped running. The city belongs to itself now, and somehow, to you.PS do you have of flying? Download SkyCalm on iOS today: https://apps.apple.com/us/app/skycalm-fear-of-flying/id6746972686
The light is already fading when you arrive, though it is only late afternoon. This is the way of winter here, this far north, where the sun makes only a brief appearance above the horizon, painting the world in shades of blue and silver before retreating again, leaving behind a twilight that lasts for hours.PS do you have of flying? Download SkyCalm on iOS today: https://apps.apple.com/us/app/skycalm-fear-of-flying/id6746972686
The path appears before you just as the sun begins its slow descent toward the horizon. You find yourself standing at the edge of a garden you don't quite remember finding, though it feels as if it has been waiting for you, patient and still, measuring time in the opening of petals and the unfurling of leaves.PS do you have of flying? Download SkyCalm on iOS today: https://apps.apple.com/us/app/skycalm-fear-of-flying/id6746972686
The path begins where the city ends, at the edge of afternoon, where the last wooden houses lean against the mountain's base as if seeking permission to go no further. You stand at the first stone step, one of thousands that lead upward into the forest, and the air already feels different here—cooler, cleaner, carrying the scent of cedar and something else, something older than words.PS do you have of flying? Download SkyCalm on iOS today: https://apps.apple.com/us/app/skycalm-fear-of-flying/id6746972686
Evening settles over the shoreline with the same ease that waves settle over sand—arriving, smoothing, and then falling quiet. The sky softens to the color of sea glass, pale blues letting go into gentle gray, the horizon a straight, reassuring line. Air from the water moves over the beach with steady kindness, cool and salted, carrying the lightest memory of kelp and rain. Your body answers without effort. The shoulders lower. The jaw unhooks. Thoughts begin to drift at the pace of the tide.PS do you have of flying? Download SkyCalm on iOS today: https://apps.apple.com/us/app/skycalm-fear-of-flying/id6746972686
The evening arrives like a soft sigh, wrapping the world in shades of gold and lavender. The last warmth of daylight lingers in the air, carrying the scent of rain-soaked grass and wildflowers. You find yourself walking along a narrow path that winds through the meadow, every step quiet, unhurried, as if the world itself has slowed down to meet your pace.PS do you have of flying? Download SkyCalm on iOS today: https://apps.apple.com/us/app/skycalm-fear-of-flying/id6746972686
1In a world where the hustle of life often drowns out the whispers of nature, there exists a spectacle of the skies that returns us to a state of wonder and tranquility. This is the story of a thunderstorm, a magnificent orchestra of the heavens, playing a symphony that resonates with the very core of our being. As dusk falls, painting the sky in shades of purple and grey, the distant rumble of thunder signals the beginning of nature's performance. This story invites you to embark on a journey through the storm, to find peace amidst the tempest, and to drift into slumber under the watchful eyes of the storm gods.
Nestled deep within the embrace of an ancient woodland, where the trees whisper age-old secrets and the air is perfumed with the essence of pine and earth, lies a hidden gem—a quaint cabin that promises solace to all weary travelers. This is not just any cabin, but a magical haven set apart from the hustle of the world, a place where time slows, and the heart finds peace. As twilight descends, casting the forest in a blanket of serene blue and soft gold, our story begins, inviting you on a journey to this enchanted retreat.
In a quiet corner of the world, where the hustle of life seems a distant memory, lies the Hotel of Sleep, a sanctuary for weary souls seeking refuge in the arms of peaceful slumber. This is no ordinary place; it's a haven crafted from dreams, where each room is a portal to a realm of deep, restful sleep. The hotel stands tall, with its welcoming glow, amidst a landscape that whispers tales of tranquility and rest. As you approach, the air seems to soften, and the world's weight lifts from your shoulders, replaced by an enveloping sense of calm.
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i think the narrator has never listened to an audiobook. why are you in such a rush to read that you dont take a breath in between sentences or even paragraphs?! it is really insane to hear...it sounds like you are mentally ill or something because it's completely unnatural. have you ever heard a narrator before?? if you are trying to relax people why would you read as fast as you can like your bus is about to leave or something 🤦
whoa take a breath in between paragraphs mate! I've never heard someone read with no pauses and I will say its awful. also its pronounced woft not waft 😉