Get Sleepy: Sleep meditation and stories - An Evening on the Terrace (Premium)
Episode Date: September 2, 2020This is a preview episode. Get the full episode, and many more, ad free, on our supporter's feed: https://getsleepy.com/support. An Evening on the Terrace Tonight, we're not going to do much. Instead,... Tom will guide us through a relaxing evening spent on a picturesque Mediterranean terrace. Sound design: distant ocean waves. 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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You've been relaxing in a deck chair on a rooftop terrace for a while now.
Reclined and watching the clouds come and go.
You're starting to feel pleasantly tired.
Perhaps it might be nice to walk around the terrace and admire the view, you think. Slowly raising yourself out of the deck chair, you stretch your arms and legs.
Your whole body is relaxed, and your skin has been gently warmed by the afternoon sun.
It's the perfect outdoor atmosphere, a soft golden sun that warms
without burning and a blissful sea breeze. The breeze that carries the clouds away comes back every now and then as a sudden gust of wind.
It blows through your hair and ripples your clothes.
You walk around a row of potted plants to the nearest edge of the terrace
and lean on the wall to see what's below.
From this side you can see the private courtyard,
a paved square with a small garden and fountain in the middle of the building.
Although you're high up, you can just make out the soft trickle of the fountain below.
At this time of day, there aren't many people about.
You see a dog trot across the courtyard, wagging his tail. He jumps up and puts his paws against the edge of the fountain,
but he's too small to reach. Then, he spots his owner, slowly following his pup across the courtyard.
The old man picks up the dog and holds him to the stream of water flowing from the fountain.
The dog laps it up gratefully, gulping down the cold water for what feels like a long,
long time.
Eventually the old man lowers him to the ground and the two walk off into the shade and
disappear from view.
There aren't many other signs of life in the courtyard, but looking carefully, you catch
sight of a couple of other inhabitants.
There's a girl sitting in the shade of the palm trees, cross-legged on the grass.
You can just about see the white paper in her lap.
You watch her hand moving up and down over the paper.
Is she writing or drawing? It's hard to tell from up here.
You imagine her writing a story, or perhaps sketching the fountain in the courtyard. Whatever
she's doing, she's found the perfect shaded spot.
Most of the windows around the courtyard have their shutters closed.
But you hear the distant squeak of a shutter opening and see a head emerge from a window
on the second floor, just above where the girl is sitting.
Although you can't hear what they're saying, you can hear the muffled voice of the woman
talking to the girl on the grass.
They continue the conversation as the woman hangs out her washing to dry.
There's a short washing line beneath her window. You watch her
shake each item of clothing to smooth it, then position it carefully on the line and peg
it in place. There's something soothing about watching domestic scenes like this.
The repetitive, yet calming routine of hanging out the washing.
It seems to happen in slow motion.
You continue watching until the woman finishes and disappears inside the apartment.
The girl goes back to writing or drawing, and the courtyard is quiet once again.
Nothing but the trickle of the fountain and a few cicadas in the trees. you