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The Classic fairytale of Cinderella: a young girl, mistreated by her step-mother and step-sisters, who finds out that dreams really can come true.

The Classic Fairytale Story of Snow White with a Modern Twist: Who is the “fair”est of them all? Snow White of course!

A Bedtime Story of Honesty, Courage and Truth. If Pinocchio is to become a Real boy he needs to learn how to be honest, brave and true.

A Grimm’s Brother Tale: A miller tells a tale that his daughter can turn straw into gold. A strange little man is willing to help…for a price. Guess his name and he will be gone…but what is his name?

Goldilocks and the Three Bears ~ Bedtime Stories for Kids. Goldilocks finds the three bears cottage in the woods. Should she make herself comfortable?

Hansel and Gretel Bedtime Stories for Kids. When Hansel and Gretel go in search of food, they find a gingerbread house. But who is inside?

A Story of Friendship, Love and Courage. Rapunzel’s Story ~ A Brothers Grimm Fairy Tale. An evil witch has trapped Rapunzel in a tower. Can her long hair or love save her?

A Story of Courage, Justice and Self-Awareness. Merlin the Magician places a magic sword in a stone…whomever can pull it out is the rightful king.

A Bedtime Story of Acceptance and Self-Awareness. A Mama Duck is proud when her six ducklings hatch from their eggs. But one duckling does not look like the others? Is he truly an Ugly Duckling?

The classic Brother’s Grimm fairytale that sparked the Disney adaptation.

A Story of Courage, Learning and Love. The Classic fairy tale: The Little Mermaid falls in love with a prince on shore and she makes a deal with the Sea Witch to become human. But without her voice, how can the prince fall in love with her?

This Classic Folktale is adapted from the original story of “Aladdin” from The Arabian Nights. Aladdin, the Genie and the Magic Lamp work to impress the princess who wishes to be a commoner.

A Story of Courage, Kindness to Animals and Learning. The Classic Tale of a male deer, Bambi, his mother and his adventures learning in the woods.

A Story of Charity, Compassion and Justice, from England. Robin Hood takes part in an archery contest thrown by the Sheriff of Nottingham. Will he realize its a trap before it is too late? One of the many Tales of Robin Hood.

This is the Legend Tale of Maui the Demi-God from Moana. It is part of our Classic Bedtime Stories for Kids Collection. It has been adapted from the Tales of Maui as well as Disney’s version of Moana.

A Bedtime Story in Simple English for Kids. A toy rabbit learns that through a child’s love it can become real.

The Classic Tale of the Snow Queen: Gerda and Kai struggle to fight the Snow Queen and find the balance between Good and Evil.

The Classic Fairy Tale of Sleeping Beauty. Princess Aurora has been cursed by Maleficent. When she pricks herself on a spinning wheel on her 16th birthday, she is put into a deep sleep for 100 years. Who can save her?

Bedtime Story for Kids: The Gift of the Magi, A Christmas Story. Della and Jim wish to give each other the perfect Christmas present, but how will they come up with the money?

A Bedtime Story of Friendship, Courage and Acceptance. . The story tells of the time Pocahontas saved the life of settler John Smith from her father, Powhatan.

A Cinderella Story ~ Bedtime Stories for Kids

The Classic fairytale of Cinderella: a young girl, mistreated by her step-mother and step-sisters, who finds out that dreams really can come true.

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs Story ~ Bedtime Stories for Kids

The Classic Fairytale Story of Snow White with a Modern Twist: Who is the “fair”est of them all? Snow White of course!

Pinocchio Story ~ Fairy Tale Bedtime Stories in English for Kids

A Bedtime Story of Honesty, Courage and Truth. If Pinocchio is to become a Real boy he needs to learn how to be honest, brave and true.

Beauty and the Beast Classic Tale ~ Fairy Tale Stories for Kids

The classic fairy tale of a beautiful woman and the monstrous beast.

Rumpelstiltskin ~ A Fairy Tale Bedtime Story for Kids

Goldilocks and the Three Bears ~ Bedtime Stories for Kids

Goldilocks and the Three Bears ~ Bedtime Stories for Kids. Goldilocks finds the three bears cottage in the woods. Should she make herself comfortable?

Hansel and Gretel ~ Bedtime Stories for Kids

Hansel and Gretel Bedtime Stories for Kids. When Hansel and Gretel go in search of food, they find a gingerbread house. But who is inside?

Rapunzel by the Brothers Grimm ~ Bedtime Stories

A Story of Friendship, Love and Courage. Rapunzel’s Story ~ A Brothers Grimm Fairy Tale. An evil witch has trapped Rapunzel in a tower. Can her long hair or love save her?

The Sword in the Stone: a King Arthur Legend of the Sword Story

A Story of Courage, Justice and Self-Awareness. Merlin the Magician places a magic sword in a stone…whomever can pull it out is the rightful king.

The Ugly Duckling Story ~ Fairy Tale Story for Kids in English

A Bedtime Story of Acceptance and Self-Awareness. A Mama Duck is proud when her six ducklings hatch from their eggs. But one duckling does not look like the others? Is he truly an Ugly Duckling?

The Frog Prince: The Story of the Princess and the Frog ~ Bedtime Stories

The classic Brother’s Grimm fairytale that sparked the Disney adaptation.

The Little Mermaid Story ~ Bedtime Stories for Kids in English

Aladdin and the Magic Lamp from The Arabian Nights ~ Bedtime Stories

This Classic Folktale is adapted from the original story of “Aladdin” from The Arabian Nights. Aladdin, the Genie and the Magic Lamp work to impress the princess who wishes to be a commoner.

Bambi Story: A Life in the Woods ~ Bedtime Stories for Kids in English

A Story of Courage, Kindness to Animals and Learning. The Classic Tale of a male deer, Bambi, his mother and his adventures learning in the woods.

Robin Hood and the Golden Arrow Story ~ Legend Stories for Kids

Maui from Moana: Tales of the Demi-God ~ Legend Stories for Kids

The Velveteen Rabbit Story ~ Bedtime English Story for Kids

A Bedtime Story in Simple English for Kids. A toy rabbit learns that through a child’s love it can become real.

The Snow Queen Fairy Tale Story ~Bedtime Story for Kids

The Classic Tale of the Snow Queen: Gerda and Kai struggle to fight the Snow Queen and find the balance between Good and Evil.

Sleeping Beauty Fairy Tale Story ~ Bedtime Stories for Kids

The Gift of the Magi Story ~ A Holiday Story for Kids

Bedtime Story for Kids: The Gift of the Magi, A Christmas Story. Della and Jim wish to give each other the perfect Christmas present, but how will they come up with the money?

Pocahontas and John Smith Story ~ Folktales Stories for Kids

A Bedtime Story of Friendship, Courage and Acceptance. . The story tells of the time Pocahontas saved the life of settler John Smith from her father, Powhatan.

The Emperor’s New Clothes Story ~ Bedtime Stories

A Bedtime Story in Simple English for Kids. The Emperor is fooled into believing he is wearing magic clothes which can’t be “seen”.

Mulan Story ~ Tale of Hua Mulan Bedtime Stories | English Story for Kids

A Bedtime Story in Simple English for Kids. Based on the “Ballad of Mulan” and Disney’s Mulan, this is a legend tale about a girl who goes in disguise as a boy and joins the army in her brother’s place.

Short Stories for Kids ~ Folk tales, Fairy Tales, Riddles, Legends, Poems

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Short bedtime stories for kids

We know bedtimes can be unpredictable, however a short bedtime story for kids can help create an easier bedtime routine. Reading before bed has been proven to help kids have a better sleep. Sooper Books has a range of short bedtime stories for kids, from 2 minutes to 5 minutes.

We have a variety of categories that you and your kids can explore. From classic bedtime stories for kids such as Little Red Riding Hood to original series collections all written by our authors.

Our Bedtime Stories for Kids include stories inspired by Grimm's Fairy Tales, Hans Christian Andersen and Aesop fables.

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10 mins. 4-10yrs. Bedtime Stories. Three little pigs build houses from straw, sticks and bricks. Which house keeps them safe?.More

5 mins. 4-10yrs. Bedtime Stories. A bedraggled maiden turns up at the King’s castle and the Prince thinks she might be a Princess..More

16 mins. 4-10yrs. Bedtime Stories. As the kingdom prepares for a much anticipated Royal Ball, will Cinderella be able to attend?.More

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8 mins. 6-10yrs. Bedtime Stories. Hickory Slick guides us through a day in the life of a curdmonkey, the caretaker of a rare grove of cheese trees on a secret island..More

12 mins. 3-5yrs. Bedtime Stories. Sarafina Dinkle, a young Husharoonian, is accidentally delivered to Earth. There, she meets her new best friend - a moose named Donk..More

9 mins. 6-10yrs. Bedtime Stories. Monty is a young, green-furred monster. Our hero must try to keep his new fuzzy friend out of his boss’s dreaded Flomble traps!.More

9 mins. 3-5yrs. Bedtime Stories. Young Bonnie Fields meets a magical toy, Dumpling, and learns she is the only one who can save the entire dreamy Fluffland society!.More

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It began when we started writing stories for our own family. Then our friends and wider families asked for copies and we started to share Sooper Books with other children.

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We want bedtime routines to be a positive experience for children and parents alike. Our bedtime stories are designed to inspire imagination and creativity in our young readers.

With so many bedtime stories to choose from, you can always find the perfect bedtime story on Sooper Books.

Out loud without waking up: the world's most famous dream narrator

David Robson
BBC Future

March 17, 2016

Photo by Olivia Howitt

Dion McGregor dreamed in his dreams - of course, there is nothing special in this fact, because everyone dreams of something ... But it is amazing that every time he commented on his dreams aloud, and moreover in detail. nine0018

Fortunately, his somnambulistic monologues were guessed to be recorded on a voice recorder by a flatmate. And thanks to this unique material, we now have the opportunity to learn something about those truly strange places where our mind wanders at night while we sleep, says the columnist. BBC Future.

"Do you know why Edwina didn't cry at all when the crocodile bit off her leg? She didn't cry at all! But she stood spellbound. Her mother fainted. And her father lost consciousness. And half of those present also fainted. And Edwina just stood there and watched him [the crocodile] chew on her leg... You know what? She said she always wanted to be Long John*!" nine0011
Welcome to Dion McGregor's realm of dreams!

During the day, this strange man composed songs, one of which, "Where Is The Wonder?" ("Where did the feeling of a miracle go?") was glorified by performing Barbra Streisand. And at night, in his sleep, he became the narrator of his own dreams.

Audio recordings of McGregor's darkly humorous dream stories became the basis for an LP released in the 1960s that became a cult favorite among psychedelic lovers.

Now this unprecedented evidence of the nocturnal wanderings of the human brain has attracted the attention of scientists involved in the study of sleep. nine0011

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Most of us manage to catch only separate fragments of the fragile world of our dreams, shattering into smithereens against the rough materiality of day life.

No matter how hard we try to keep in memory those thoughts, emotions and sensations that arise in our sleep, nevertheless, in the morning, in the light of awakening consciousness, they elude us. nine0011
But MacGregor's tape-recorded monologues are amazingly detailed, so there are several hundred hours of audio material.

You can listen to audio files of Maggregor's monologues on the page of this article in English

In his night world, various eccentric characters like Edwina live, and they find themselves in various ominous places where a simple spinner tray can suddenly make people sitting at the table want to play Russian roulette. nine0011
"These records are a treasure trove for us; we've never had anything like it before," says Deirdre Barrett, of the Harvard Medical School.

McGregor's dreams began to overshadow his daily life in the 60s, when the aspiring songwriter found himself in a difficult life situation, without a home, and he had to lodge with friends in New York - first with film actor Carlton Carpenter, and then with an erotic film director Cinema by Peter de Rome.

He even starred (without undressing, though) in one of de Rome's films about gays, Mumbo Yumbo. nine0011
Photo credit, Peter De Rome British Film Institute
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Dionne McGregor in a scene from his friend Peter de Rome's Mumbo Yumbo

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"He was quite an affable guy, and quite erudite, and known for his good wit," says Toronto-based poet Steve Wenwright, a big McGregor fan. nine0011
Of course, among the friends who gave him shelter, the unusual habit of talking in his sleep caused irritation rather than complacent curiosity.

However, when McGregor moved into a New York apartment with colleague Michael Barr on First Avenue, his somnambulistic monologues finally found an appreciative listener.

Barr used to sneak into the living room early in the morning, put the microphone at the head of the bed where his friend was sleeping, and press the "Record" button.

Approximately 14% of people are known to talk in their sleep from time to time. But usually it comes down to a few fragmentary, slurred phrases. nine0011
And what Barr recorded are whole stories, and so detailed that even McGregor himself, after listening to the recording, was amazed at their richness.

Michael was simply fascinated by the stories overheard from his sleeping friend, and willingly showed them to his other acquaintances.

"For Barr, these stories were a really bright spot in his life," says Phil Milstein, a sound engineer who corresponded with Barr and McGregor in their later years.

Eventually, the tapes of McGregor's somnambulistic stories caught the attention of the legendary record label Decca, who offered to release an album with bits that he and Barr themselves saw fit to include. nine0011
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The dark humor of McGregor's somnambulistic monologues was best revealed in the episode "Roulette on the Dinner Table", where a poisoned eclair appears on a spinning tray

As a result, in 1964, the LP The Dream World of Dion McGregor ("World of Dreams of Dion McGregor").

And soon, thanks to the publishing house Random House, there was also a book with a transcript of the stories recorded on tape. nine0011
Fearing that all this would not turn out to be a "duck", the publisher arranged a mental health check for McGregor, specially inviting a doctor for examination.

He concluded that the patient was not some kind of malingerer and did not suffer from mental illness.

Barr was delighted that he was able to bring McGregor's dream stories to a wider audience (later he even set out to write a musical based on some of the episodes).

But Dion himself felt rather uncomfortable because of the increased attention to his person. "This one is like becoming famous for pissing in bed," he once said in an interview. nine0011
Dion McGregor's Dream World sold out fairly quickly, but it managed to attract the attention of a few passionate fans, like Phil Milstein, who found out about McGregor's existence from an article about "the biggest nonsense" in the recording world.

"It was a never-before-seen approach to surrealism, where the dreaming state of sleep is not filtered in any way, is not mediated by art, is not an artistic interpretation," says Milstein. nine0011
After a long search, he finally managed to get hold of some of the unpublished recordings, and thanks to his efforts, another CD of McGregor's somnambulistic monologues was released on Tzadik in the late 90s.

Milstein then passed the baton to Wenright, who released two more CDs under Torpor Vigil Records.

"They [dreams, or rather dream texts] often had a literary form, as if he himself were their author," notes Wenright. nine0011
Take, for example, the track "Roulette on the Dinner Table" from Dion McGregor's Further Somnambulistic Monologues, released on Torpor Vigil Records.

This is a rather dark story involving a turntable. "We have a poisoned eclair in there, and someone will get it. So spin the roulette, gentlemen! Spin it, spin it!"

McGregor even has a kind of manic intonation here. And if you listen to this episode to the end, you can even experience a sense of shock. nine0011
Fans were very impressed with McGregor's dramatic performance of his monologues, using a variety of reprimands and mannerisms.

Image copyright, Olivia Howitt
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Dion McGregor's dream monologues tend to be much more coherent than most people's dreams, although his dreams do include various mythical characters such as unicorns and centaurs

This can be heard, for example, in an episode of Our Town ("Our Town") (from the record "World of Dreams of Dion McGregor"), which deals with petty envy within a small town. nine0011
And the narrative itself is reminiscent of the beginning of the story of one of the English-speaking masters of short prose of the twentieth century, like Eudora Welty or Raymond Carver.

On some tracks, McGregor refers to an invisible person. "It seems like you can be the character of the dream yourself," Wenright comments.

Many of the characters are quite funny, by the way, and have what Milstein called "an impeccable sense of the right moment for a joke."

"Despite all the gloom of the material, there is a lot of humor, even if it's black." You can verify this by listening to the Mustard Battle track ("Mustard Battle") on the Dion McGregor Dream World record. nine0011
These entries may not be to everyone's taste. But the researcher Deirdre Barrett from Harvard University was extremely interested in them.

According to her, what people say in their sleep does not always correspond to the "picture" - the sleeper's speech is rather an independent reflex and does not necessarily have to be tied to the visual range.

However, there are also cases when the retelling of dreams made in reality almost completely coincides with the monologues recorded in the dream. nine0011
Barrett believes that the cause is a hybrid state somewhere between REM sleep (or REM phase), during which dreams come to us, and the shadow of awakening consciousness.

As evidence, she cites the work of A.M. Arkin, who measured the brain activity of people talking in their sleep when they slept in his laboratory (Dion McGregor could well be among the subjects, although there is no firm certainty).

So, Arkin discovered that the constellation of active brain regions in dreamers combines signs of the REM phase with higher activity in the motor cortex, that is, in the area that is usually at rest during sleep. nine0011
Of course, we cannot completely rule out the possibility of a hoax. However, it is known that, when he first heard his own nightly monologues on tape, McGregor was genuinely surprised and embarrassed at the same time.

So Barrett doesn't believe in counterfeiting. “I don’t think they even imagined that they would make so much money on this,” she says. “It’s unlikely that they will be caught cheating.”

Barrett and her colleagues analyzed selected passages from Wenright's extensive archive of McGregor's dream transcripts to evaluate them in terms of plot detail, emotions, character temperament, and the presence of inconsistencies and absurdities, usually in the dreams of those present. nine0011
For comparison, the researchers evaluated 500 dream diaries made in the 1960s by men of the same generation as McGregor according to the same criteria.

It is important to note that the raters had no idea who they were evaluating.

Barrett came to the conclusion that McGregor's mental lability in his somnambulistic monologues is especially evident: within individual episodes, he becomes either more aggressive and unfriendly, or much more complacent than an ordinary dreamer. nine0011
The intrigue is that McGregor's dream stories are less bizarre than those of the average person.

However, this does not mean that nothing fantastic has ever appeared in his dreams. In the episode below, for example, he declares his intention to marry a mermaid and a centaur.

"The complete collection is not available yet. Well, what are you going to do! So, let's see who I have in stock. Dodo, ... there is still a phoenix bird ... Pterodactyl, y-yes, unicorn, vulture. .. oh my God! Mermaid here... No, the mermaid doesn't count - she's not here, she's in the pool. If she ever gets out of there, I'll marry her to a centaur. Yes, yes! What do you think "I don't even know myself... Do you think that's right? If you don't marry them, they'll die out. Right?" nine0011
McGregor's intellectual activity was not limited, of course, exclusively to rational thinking.

But each of his stories has a certain inner logic; the plot retains its coherence from beginning to end, and in the course of the story there are very few digressions (plot or character-related) that would make understanding difficult.

"There's usually no jumping from one storyline to another," says Barrett.

She attributes this to McGregor's hybrid state of mind, though admitting that it is rather difficult to ascertain whether this is due to his particular mental makeup. nine0011
In the future, Barrett plans to explore data collected using a phone application on a large sample.

Then, perhaps, we will find out whether the stories seen by McGregor in a dream were really the result of the activity of his specially arranged creative brain, or such detailed somnambulistic monologues as his is not a unique phenomenon.

McGregor died in 1994, never having lived to see a new surge of interest in his dream travels - although he would hardly have been delighted with this circumstance. nine0011
Be that as it may, in his mature years he seems to have overcome his habit of talking in his sleep.

"Apparently he changed after he met his life partner and moved to Oregon," notes Venwright. on such guesses, probably ... And then he found peace and happiness, and night broadcasting came to naught.

Milstein shared this opinion: "After some time, he said that he had never slept so well before, and, apparently, he was glad that this part of his life was left behind." nine0011
*Lanky John is the nickname of the one-legged pirate John Silver, one of the main characters in Robert Lewis Stevenson's novel "Treasure Island"

Read The original of this article in English can be found on the website BBC Future.

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January 13, 2021

Sleepy tales for adults: three stories to help you fall asleep. nine0011
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This story began when Katherine Nicolai, a 17-year yoga teacher from Michigan, noticed that daily bedtime stories helped her cope with her insomnia. Katherine created the Nothing Much Happens podcast with bedtime stories for herself and her friends. And hit the "bull's eye": the podcast became incredibly successful. Listeners from all over the world wrote thanks for the fact that for the first time in many years they slept through the night, without sleeping pills and nightmares. nine0011
Katherine's years of experience in yoga and meditation helps her seamlessly blend storytelling with brain training techniques. She knows how to relax the body, how to help the brain build new sleep habits, and how to make being awake as pleasant and serene as sleeping.

We have selected for you 3 cozy stories from the book "Nothing Special Happens" by Katherine Nikolai, which will help you sleep soundly, and, most importantly, get enough sleep.

The instructions are simple: get as comfortable as possible in bed. You will go to the usual friendly place with a cute coffee shop and a small library where the seasons change, and at the local market you can slowly choose spicy herbs and fragrant pears for a birthday cake. nine0221

Inhale deeply through your nose and exhale through your mouth. And repeat. Inhale and exhale. Okay, let's start

The first story. Blizzard

The day before we were warned that it would snow all night and all the next day. They said they'd sweep up driveways and lanes, fields and intersections, and that it's best to stay safe at home. We agreed. The whole area and the whole town. Everyone supported this decision. Today we got hit by a snow storm.

I lay in bed in the dead silence of the early morning, thinking of the snow that had covered the ground like a thick blanket, lying on the bare branches of the trees, on the roof above my head, and on everything you could imagine. nine0011
I didn't move after waking up, I just felt my hands relaxed and warm under the covers, and I thought how good it was to be a snowy day, and how wonderful it was to know that from last night. I slept soundly and woke up not remembering dreams, feeling that today everything would start from scratch. She slipped her feet into the slippers by the bed, pulled on a long thick sweater, and went to the window. She slowly pushed back the curtain and enjoyed a small spark of anticipation in her stomach as she looked at the snow-covered ground. nine0011
There used to be a lot of snow too. I have seen this a thousand times, reliving the same moment since childhood, how in the morning after a heavy snowfall I stand in my pajamas, pressing my nose against the cold window pane, but to this day it causes me admiration.

The morning light was faint and cast long shadows on the drifts, catching still-falling flakes in its smooth flight, and showing the crisp, untouched surface of the snow that covered the ground outside my old farmhouse. I lingered there for a moment, just watching the falling snow, shielding myself from the cold outside with my hands. Enjoyed a gift from mother nature. nine0011
As a child, snowy days were associated with excitement and running around with cups of chocolate to the warm kitchen and back. For adults, such days bring relief. You are forced to relax, no one expects anything from you.

In a hectic world that sometimes moves too fast, this respite is great medicine. I stocked up on everything I needed the night before: a pound of fresh coffee beans, a long loaf of bread for sandwiches and toast, a bag of muffins and muffins, a bag of winter oranges and grapefruit. nine0011
In the fridge was a jug of fresh juice and a huge pile of green vegetables, and in the pantry were neat rows of homemade canned tomatoes and pickles, jars of beans, bags of rice, bags of crackers and pasta. I looked out the kitchen window and told the snow, "Keep falling, I've got enough for a few weeks."

I started making coffee, rummaged through the cupcakes, broke off the corner of one and ate it. “If you are going to do this,” I thought, “then you have to do everything right,” and pulled out a waffle iron from the sideboard. After all, that was part of enjoying the snowy day. nine0011
There is finally time to do things that you normally don't, and there is no reason to avoid them. I poured a cup of coffee, took the right ingredients from the shelves and began to mix and beat them, heating the waffle iron. She settled down at the kitchen table with her favorite plate, napkin and fork. I had a flashback of what my aunt did when we were little. She had a special plate in her closet, painted gold in an old fashioned way and didn't match anything else. And, if you did well in an exam, or you had a birthday, or a bad day and you just needed to feel special and cared for, your aunt put her in your place. nine0011
When you sat down, you stood a little taller and felt her warm hand on your shoulder. And dinner turned into a delight.

This memory warmed me as I poured batter into a hot waffle iron. It hissed, filling the kitchen with aroma, and I smiled. With pancakes and waffles, the rule of three always applies. Don't overcook the first, burn the second, and the third will be perfect.

When the plate was full, I sat with a cup of fresh coffee and a warm jug of maple syrup, enjoying my breakfast, watching the snow fall. I peeled the orange and ate the slices slowly between sips, setting the rind aside, thinking I'd add it later to a simmering pot with cinnamon sticks, vanilla and a couple of cloves. Let it simmer all day to fill the house with a sweet aroma and soften the dry air with steam. I rinsed my plate, tidied up the kitchen and began to walk from window to window, looking out into the street. nine0011
In the evening I brought firewood and put it in the fireplace: now it was ready to give warmth. She lit a long match and held it up to the paper and kindling, watching it burn. She added a few crumpled newspapers to the fire and squatted by the fire for a couple of minutes until her face and fingers warmed up.

Now the wind was blowing and I watched small swirling spirals of snow appear and disappear in the air. Maybe later I'll pack up and go for a long walk through the fields and woods, and then reward myself with a cup of something hot; but now I was not going to leave my cozy place. I imagined laying out a puzzle on the table and thinking about it while a movie was playing in the background, or reading for hours, or lying in a hot bath until the skin on my fingers wrinkled. nine0011
But first, having eaten my fill after breakfast and warmed up by the fireplace, I stretched out on the sofa, covered my legs with a warm blanket and felt that it would be best to close my eyes, listen to the crackling of the logs and forget the long winter sleep.

Sweet dreams.

Second story. Night outside with a dog

I heard the soft rustle of dog paws when my pet stopped by the bed. My ears were already programmed for it. I heard him sigh at night or toss and turn in bed. And when he got up and quietly stood next to me, I heard it too. He is already an old dog with a gray muzzle, and his movements are slow and careful. nine0011
Our walks got a little shorter, but today he saw a squirrel running along the pavement and suddenly found some youthful canine energy in his limbs. He pulled me along, following the path. Fortunately, the squirrel was not caught, but he enjoyed the chase. He barked as she ran up the tree and teased him with the language of little animals who know how fast they are. I stroked his head and told him that he tried his best. Shouldn't we go to the park? I reached out to put my hand on it and lowered my feet to the floor, sleepy but understanding. nine0011
As he got older, he sometimes had to leave the house in the middle of the night. I didn't mind at all, wrapped myself in a dressing gown, slipped my feet into my slippers, and we went down the stairs to the backyard. Most of the time, I just let it out and came back a few minutes later, but as I opened the door this time, I felt something in the smell of the air pull me outside. It was pitch dark, deep night, about three o'clock. There came those weeks when the weather tossed between autumn and winter.

The cold air opened my eyes and I lifted them up to see a clear sky lit by stars and a little more than half of the moon. Growing moon, I thought. After the dog returned to me, we stood very still and just listened. Summer nights are filled with the buzzing of beetles, the croaking of frogs, and some unreasonable buzzing that comes from nowhere and is simply present in the air. Maybe it's the fecundity of growing, swaying plants, or just the trace of life left after a day in the sun, but it certainly sounds loud. nine0011
There is a special sound that can only be heard in the middle of the night just before winter, a shocking silence. Not a single car passed by, no one was visible except us, and only the faint rustle of a very light wind stirred in the bare branches high above us. The earth was asleep, its creatures curled up in their burrows, preparing for the new season. The bulbs were deep under mulch and dirt, only dreaming now of the vibrant pinks, purples and yellows they would turn into in spring. We stood still for a while, and I let the cold air tingle my fingers and move up my neck, knowing that I would soon be back in a warm bed. nine0011
I took a few very deep breaths, and under the spicy scent of dry leaves, something clean and clear appeared in the air. I thought it might be snow. Tomorrow these clear skies may be thick with clouds. And if we get up again in the middle of the night, which we most likely will, we will be standing under the first falling flakes.

I leaned over and slowly kissed the top of my old man's head, and then we turned and walked back into the house. He stopped to drink water. I drank too and slowly walked up the stairs back to the bedroom. He turned a few times and sat down on the large soft cushion. I covered the dog with a blanket and tucked it in from all sides. In a few seconds he will be asleep. We should all learn this from dogs: they can go from awake to deep sleep instantly and wake up just as easily. nine0011
I took off my bathrobe and slippers and pulled back the heavy blanket on the bed, slipped onto the sheets and straightened the covers. I felt the cold gradually leave my body until the tips of my toes were warm again. I thought about the change of season, the gentle breeze outside, and how grateful I was that the dog had taken me along. It's the magic that our friends give us: they take us to places we wouldn't go on our own and show us things we would otherwise miss.

I sighed slowly, rolled over on my side, pulling the blanket over my shoulders, and felt myself sinking into sleep, drawing part of today into my daydreams, falling asleep. The squirrel swept its tail high up in the tree. The leash was taut because the dog suddenly wanted to run. Growing Moon and sleeping Earth. Probability of first snow. nine0011
Yes, I will probably wake up again tomorrow night, and the day after tomorrow, and so on, but it made me happy.

Sweet dreams.

The third story. Winter day outside the window

From the window I watched what was probably the last big snowfall of this winter.

Snow spread in even layers over the lawns and rooftops of our quarter. I knew we all wanted spring now, but we could be coaxed into spending another day admiring the quiet charm of falling flakes, squeezing snowballs with gloves and making snowmen, sledding down the hillside in the park. nine0011
I didn't know if I wanted to go sledding, but I was ready to watch it from the cozy warmth of the living room, warming my feet with thick socks while the kettle whistled in the kitchen. Watch how a small flock of neighboring children, wrapped from head to toe, dragged sleds and ice-boats on thin ropes. Even in boots and insulated thick trousers, they somehow skipped forward and called their friends and younger sisters to speed up their pace. The sledding hill was waiting for them.

As a child, there was one in the neighborhood, and I remembered with what delight we rushed from it, crammed into the sled two or three, holding on to their worn reins and each other, and shouted, picking up speed. We rolled over or crashed into a pile of snow, jumped up, shook snowflakes from our faces and raced back up.

Sometimes it was cold or someone's parents drove us back into the house to warm up. We took off our wet coats and hats, put them on the radiator so that they would dry faster, and sometimes, without waiting, put them on again and raced up the hill. nine0011
I went into the kitchen, poured boiling water from the kettle into a cup, and tossed in the tea bag, shaking it slowly as I watched the reddish-brown color of the rooibos flow like ink into the water. She went to the sideboard and took out a pack of cookies, bought the day before.

Pushing a cart down the aisles of the grocery store, I was immersed in the day's worries when I saw a familiar orange pack of cookies I hadn't eaten since I was a kid. It looked like windmills, light brown, with almond flecks scattered across the dough. nine0011
In the blink of an eye, I forgot about the confusion of thoughts that did not let me go, and reached for the pack on the shelf. The inscription was exactly the same as it had been when I was a child, thick and slightly smeared, as if it had been printed on an old-fashioned press. The company logo was a greased windmill and a family name, and when I turned the pack over, I saw that the cookies were still being made in a small town up north.

Suddenly, I felt immense gratitude that this delicacy had ended up here, on the shelf of a nearby store. She smoothed out the wrapper and peered through the cellophane at the cookies. It wasn't perfectly shaped, each a little irregular, some darker, thicker, or paler. They immediately migrated to my cart, and since then I have been looking forward to the moment to open them for tea. nine0011
I ate these cookies at my grandparents' house. Looking back, I couldn't remember trying them anywhere else. She took out a plate, placed a stack of windmills on it, and carried them back to the chair by the window. Sitting comfortably and tucking her legs under her, she put the blanket on her knees and took one of the cookies. I brought it to my nose and inhaled the sweet aroma.

There was some spice in it - I smelled the smell of cloves, nutmeg, cinnamon and a faint cherry-sweet aroma of almonds. I took a bite, the cookies were a little crumbly and dry, but the taste immediately brought me back to my grandparents' kitchen. Their house was small, with a tiny front porch, and nestled in a cozy spot among tall, old trees. Their shadows lurked in every corner, and the rooms were filled with paintings and toys that had once belonged to my father. But in the daytime the house was bright and full of sun. nine0011
Grandmother hid windmills in the back of the cupboard, covering cookies with a jar of flour so that grandfather wouldn't accidentally stumble upon them. She and I would put a pack of biscuits on the table and each one would dip them into their drink, Grandmother into coffee and I into cocoa, and slowly ate it while watching the squirrels running along the fence.

Maybe I inherited a penchant for quiet contemplation from her. Looking out over the snow-covered yard, I raised my cup to share my memories of our time in the kitchen with her, then washed down the cookies with a slow sip of tea. A few more guys ran to their friends on the hill, and mittens dangled from strings on their wrists. I saw how the snow lay flat on the bare branches of a plane tree in a neighbor's yard and the slanting peach-orange rays of the setting sun spilled across the sky. Yes, I will be happy for spring when it comes, but I was happy to stay at home and watch the snow fall. nine0011
Sweet dreams.

More cozy stories, meditations to relieve stress throughout the day, recipes and crafts in Katherine Nicolai's book Nothing Special Happens. Cozy stories for restful sleep. Reclaim your restful sleep and all the joys that come with it.

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