Get Sleepy: Sleep meditation and stories - Baked Apples on a Blustery Day (Premium)
Episode Date: November 15, 2021This is a preview episode. Get the full episode, and many more, ad free, on our supporter's feed: https://getsleepy.com/support. Baked Apples on a Blustery Day Tonight, we pay our third visit to Lil...y's cosy baker, where comfort, warmth and a hint of indulgence always awaits. This time, Lily is joined by her cherished friends as she finds inspiration from an old family recipe book. 😴 Sound design: rainstorm, rain on window. 🌧🪟 Narrator: Thomas Jones 🇬🇧 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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Heavy raindrops tap the window-pains near Lily's bed.
Every so often, a gust of wind tosses the rain towards the glass with slightly more force.
Lily lies under the covers with her eyes closed, listening to the sound of the storm, eb and flow.
It's sure to be a blustery day she thinks to herself.
These final moments in bed before she rises in the morning are some of Lily's favourites. When her thoughts are dreamy and her mind still remembers the feeling of deep sleep.
Before long she feels a yawn overtaking her and reaches her arms up and out in a big stretch.
Next she circles her ankles a few times to the right and then to the left.
So they're ready to move when she steps out of bed. Lily takes a deep breath in and then lets it out slowly as her body relaxes into the soft
comfort of the sheets.
Just a minute more she thinks to herself with a hint of a smile. The rain taps the window in waves as though
curtains of water are opening and closing overhead flurry of raindrops towards the house.
Days like this are always exciting for Lily when the weather seems wild and unpredictable. It's as though the rain and wind encourage her to be a bit more spontaneous herself.
With that thought, she pushes herself up until she's sitting on the edge of the bed,
and then stands, glancing out the window as she does.
glancing out the window as she does.
As always, it's still dark outside.
Lily wakes up early in the most people in town as she has to have the bakery open and ready
by the time everyone else is starting their day.
She knows the rest of the neighborhood is sleeping soundly.
Even the house cats are probably dozing in fluffy beds or on pillows by window
cells waiting for dawn. Lily slides her feet into her comfy slippers and then pads softly into the kitchen.
The first thing she does is put on the kettle for a nice cup of strong hot tea.
She leans against the counter as she waits for the water to boil, listening to the bubbles
beginning to rumble within.
Lily takes out a small metal teaball from the drawer and fills it with fragrant strands
of loose leaf black tea. Each leaf stands at a funny
angle in the ball, so she has to be careful not to let any of them fall out as she twists
on the top. She hangs the teaball over the side of her cup by a tiny metal hook and chain.
When the water is ready, she pours it over the tea.
Bubbles rise up from within the metal ball, and it floats slightly before sinking to the
bottom. A fan of tea colour spreads out from it,
shading the clear water as it swirls around.
Lily lifts the cup to her nose and inhales deeply. She loves the smell of hot tea on a chilly morning.
Feeling spontaneous, she decides to over to the wooden seat beneath
the kitchen window.
This is where she always drinks her morning tea, gazing out at the sleepy neighborhood
on the other side of the glass.
Thanks.