Get Sleepy: Sleep meditation and stories - A Summer Snowfall (Premium)
Episode Date: March 3, 2020This is a preview episode. Get the full episode, and many more, ad free, on our supporter's feed: https://getsleepy.com/support. A Summer Snowfall Narrated by TK Kellman. A princess doesn't like her... father's decision, so she takes matters into her own hands. About Get Sleepy Premium: Help support the podcast, and get: Monday and Wednesday night episodes (with zero ads) The exclusive Thursday night bonus episode Access to the entire back catalog (also ad-free) Premium sleep meditations, extra-long episodes and more! We'll love you forever. ❤️ Get a 7 day free trial, and join the Get Sleepy community here https://getsleepy.com/support. And thank you so, so much. Tom, and the team. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
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There once was a young woman named Beger. She lived in England long, long ago,
in a time before the one we know now.
When the land stretched onwards for miles
and the sea whispered its quiet lullabies.
She lived with her father amid tumbling hills and rumbling streams, where the mountains seemed
to touch the sky.
Bego was happy in her home.
She wandered the land during the day and she gazed at the big, open sky.
Sometimes the afternoon clouds would roll in, and she felt the rain touch her skin and soothe her spirit.
One day, when the sun was low in the sky, Begis' father came to her and told her it was
time for her to marry.
Begis' father had chosen a husband for her.
He was a noble man in a neighboring village.
Her father insisted that he would make a very good batch for Bega.
She would have everything she would need with this man.
He had a fine home, untempered horses.
He had Persian rugs by an open, crackling fire. It had a carriage that would take them to balls and great feasts.
But Baker did not know this man, and she was unsure, so her father arranged for them to
meet. On the day of the meeting, Bego wore a green dress like a summer lawn. She wore her
mother's golden necklace and ruby red earrings. She placed soft, velvet slippers on her feet,
her feet, so her steps made no sound. She composed herself carefully, and she walked forward to welcome this stranger.
Vegas father had ordered a feast in their dining room. The ceiling stretched up like a tired
yawn, and the air was filled with the scent of wildflowers from the fields.
The aroma of slow-cooked meat and freshly baking bread filled the ornate room.
Beggar sat down next to her proposed fiance
and besutdled her hands in her lap.
She watched the way he ate,
how he took slow bites from roasted chicken,
and how he drank modestly from his goblet.
No rush and everything carefully done.
The man smiled at Beger and she tried to smile back, though she found her muscles resisted
and her smile barely grew on her face at all.
She saw a man who, much like her father, was measured in everything he did.
Beg her realize that she did not want to be the one who had to shape and guide this man. She did not want to disappoint her father, but she knew she
could not love this man who sat by her side. The next day, after a long peaceful sleep. Bega asked to speak with her father. She took his rough
hands and cradled them around her soft fingers. She said she understood why he
wanted her to marry, but she could not marry the man he had chosen for her.
He asked her why, and she told him there was no stirring in her heart.
She did not feel anything when she looked at him. To marry, she wanted to experience letters, like tiny moth wings inside her body.
And she wanted to feel her heart be deeply in her chest. you