Get Sleepy: Sleep meditation and stories - The Butterworths and the Magic Swing
Episode Date: May 25, 2026Narrator: Chloe De Burgh 🇬🇧Writer: Shauna-Marie Henry ✍️Sound effects: cheerful birdsong 🐦⬛ Welcome back, sleepyheads. Tonight, we'll be travelling to distant lands with twin brot...hers Richard and Henry, and their magical swing. 😴 Includes mentions of: Children, Parents, Siblings, Family, Fantastical Elements, Magic, Food. Watch, listen and comment on this episode on the Get Sleepy YouTube channel. And hit subscribe while you're there! Enjoy various playlists of our stories and meditations on our Slumber Studios Spotify profile. Get Sleepy Premium Get instant access to ad-free episodes and Thursday night bonus Get Sleepy Premium Get instant access to ad-free episodes and Thursday night bonus episodes by subscribing to our premium feed. It's easy! Sign up in two taps: getsleepy.com/support GIFT A SUBSCRIPTION to someone you love! 🎁 Get Sleepy Premium feed includes: Monday and Wednesday night episodes (with zero ads). An exclusive Thursday night bonus episode. Access to the entire back catalogue (also ad-free). Extra-long episodes. Exclusive sleep meditation episodes. Discounts on merchandise. We’ll love you forever. Get your 7-day free trial: getsleepy.com/support. Connect Stay up to date on all our news and even vote on upcoming episodes! Website: slumberstudios.com/getsleepy/ Facebook: facebook.com/getsleepypod/ Instagram: instagram.com/getsleepypod/ Our Apps Redeem exclusive unlimited access to Premium content for 1 month FREE in our mobile apps built by the Get Sleepy and Slumber Studios team: Deep Sleep Sounds: deepsleepsounds.com/getsleepy/ Slumber: slumber.fm/getsleepy/ FAQs Have a query for us or need help with something? You might find your answer here: Get Sleepy FAQs About Get Sleepy Get Sleepy is the #1 story-telling podcast designed to help you get a great night’s rest. By combining sleep meditations with a relaxing bedtime story, each episode will guide you gently towards sleep. Thank you so much for listening! Feedback? Let us know your thoughts! slumberstudios.com/contact-us/. Get Sleepy is a production of Slumber Studios. Check out our podcasts, apps, and more at slumberstudios.com. That’s all for now. Sweet dreams ❤️ 😴 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
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Hi, my name is Elizabeth.
I'm the host of the Sleepy Bookshelf, another sleep-inducing podcast from the Slumber Studios network.
On the Sleepy Bookshelf, you'll find a calming library of some of the best works of fiction and non-fiction ever written,
narrated specifically to help you fall asleep.
Some fan favourites of Pride and Prejudice, Alice in Wonderland, and Anne of Green Gables.
Everything is designed with your sleep in mind.
So if you're looking for another great way to ease into a restful night's sleep,
then just search the Sleepy Bookshelf on your favourite podcast player.
I look forward to seeing you now.
Welcome to Get Sleepy, where we listen, we relax and we get sleepy.
My name's Thomas and I'm your host.
Thank you so much for being here.
Your listenership means everything to the whole team here,
and we're so grateful to have such a lovely and supportive community for this show.
We have a charming tale tonight, written by Shauna Marie and read by Chloe,
in which we'll be travelling to distant lands with twin brothers, Richard and Henry,
and their magical swing.
So, let's prepare to listen.
with a few minutes of mindfulness and relaxation,
begin by putting any physical distractions to one side,
and adjusting anything you need
to make sure you're as comfortable as possible,
taking those initial steps to make space for rest
and to send a signal to your body and mind,
that it's time to settle down.
If you're anything like me, you may find that when you remove the distractions that are present throughout our daily lives and try to settle down.
Quite often, a lot of thoughts come up and start vying for your attention.
It could be reminders and to-do lists, memories from the day just gone,
or concerns and thoughts about the future.
But whatever comes to mind, they tend to be disruptive for our ability to settle and rest.
Our minds do seem to like organization.
They're rather content when they can process and problem solve, but sometimes that can
feel quite overwhelming.
The mind is a bit like a filing cabinet, full of all sorts of papers.
representing a thought, a reminder, or a memory. So as you notice thoughts coming to the forefront of
your attention, try to consciously organize them into one of the following three folders. The folders
are labeled, done, tomorrow, and someday. Now, if and when a thought comes to mind, you can file it,
into the relevant folder. If it's something you know you've already dealt with, put it in done,
if it's something you need to deal with soon, perhaps it can go in tomorrow, and if it's nothing
too pressing, or something way off in the future, file it into some day. Your brain knows
how to organise your thoughts, and as you file each of them in this simple way,
I hope you'll feel less burdened and gradually more relaxed and ready to switch off and rest.
So now let's turn to our story.
Somewhere in England lived the Butterworth family, who was spending the afternoon in their back garden.
This is where our story begins.
Six-year-old Richard bent down and then stretched his back and waist like a middle-aged man.
He then raised his hands over his head, like the branches of the creaking tree in front of him.
His twin brother Henry waddled from point to point in the back garden to see their father's creation from various angles.
In truth, the boys were so overwhelmed with happy.
that for a moment they didn't know what to do with themselves. But then the brother's eyes met,
and they knew exactly what to do. They approached their father and wrapped their arms around
Mr. Butterworth's lanky legs. Then the boys rolled on the ground and giggled. In between chuckles,
they said, thank you, over and over again.
After days of keeping the boys away from the kitchen window,
after researching what ropes were the strongest,
and how to tie sailor knots,
the swing was finished.
No, the swing was perfect.
Mr. Butterworth joined in with the boy's laughter,
and he too rolled happily on the ground.
Though he was a carpenter by profession,
he was glad he was done with the swing.
Mr. Butterworth had debated whether he should have the input of his boys throughout the process,
but ultimately he decided that making it a surprise was best.
And so, on a mild winter afternoon,
Mr. Butterworth had held his breath as he took a seat on one of the swings.
He looked up at the branch of the great oak, and it did not creak or sag.
Mr. Butterworth let out a sigh of relief and then ran inside for his boys.
A wind came from the east.
The two seats swayed in the wind.
and there was a sound.
There was the sound of chimes from a distant land,
one that almost sounded like magic.
The Butterworths were a friendly lot.
They lived in a close at the end of the street
that was quiet, for the most part.
Now and then there would be the sound of migrating birds,
or the distant and hollow sound.
of a train whistle come evening, but nothing that disturbed them. To the Butterworths,
it often seemed that they were on an island, that the rest of England was far, far. The bedrooms were big,
and the kitchen had brand new black and white tiles, but the boys hardly noticed. When Mr. Butterworth first took his
boys to view the newly built bungalow. He could barely open the front door before they bolted
through the house straight to the back garden. And their excitement became wonder in an instant.
The back garden seemed to be less of a garden and more of a forest. To the boys, it seemed to stretch on
into infinity. And perhaps, even beyond that, the main feature of the garden was a grand oak tree
with willowy limbs and leaves that would turn to gold and eventually shed come winter.
Mr. Butterworth caught up with the boys and gently placed his hands on their shoulders.
He asked his sons what they thought of the hidden bungalow,
to which they squeezed him tightly.
Mr. Butterworth was sure to guide the boys to the bedrooms they had raced past.
To make sure they approved,
Richard and Henry were delighted that they would no longer have to share a bunk bed and a bedroom.
Here, there would be room.
room to stretch and tumble and play, and at the end of a long day, they would sleep in big,
comfortable beds. They chose their bedrooms without a fuss, and wandered back and forth
through the large bungalow in awe. The property manager had given Mr. Butterworth and his
sons, an hour to view the house. And for most of it, the three sat on the floor of the master
bedroom, dreaming of all the wonderful things they would do in the bungalow at the end of the
street. Soon, their hour was very nearly up. Mr. Butterworth was sure to lock the side gates
and the kitchen door.
Henry looked through the kitchen window at the forest,
while his brother turned the tap on and off,
marvelling that he had never seen water so crisp, so clear.
And then it was time to say goodbye for a short while.
Henry and Richard fell asleep in the car,
as their father drove them back to the.
apartment. The next morning, Mr. Butterworth woke up early to speak to the property manager.
He crept down the hallway, into the kitchen, careful not to wake his sleeping children.
The conversation began with three life-changing words. We'll take it. Just like that,
The bungalow with a forest for a back garden was theirs.
The Butterworths had only lived in the bungalow for a few months,
but it seemed like forever.
It seemed like there had never been an apartment before this,
with its thin hallways, its tiny kitchen,
and those rainy days with nowhere to play.
Mr Butterworth spent his evenings and weekends in the forest with his boys.
He would watch carefully as they played.
For instance, one of the boys might look for somewhere to sit.
By the next weekend, Mr. Butterworth would have designed and crafted a bench.
As for the swing, after practicing jumps and skip,
and hops and cartwheels.
The boys would lie under the great oak
and gaze at the gaps in its canopy.
Sometimes they would forget that their father was by the kitchen door
sitting on the bench with a mug of tea in his palms.
Richard would turn to his twin
and ask him where he wanted to go today.
Henry would most often describe a place, like those in their bedtime stories,
Giant Land, or the largest sweet shop in all the lands.
The boys would then close their eyes.
And in their minds, they went away, far away, only to arrive back home just in time for
dinner. From the bench, Mr. Butterworth would watch his two boys stretched out under the great oak
tree, their hands on their bellies, imagining a world beyond their forest. One day, Mr. Butterworth was
shopping for groceries. On his way to the supermarket checkout, he spotted a green and brown box
near the storage area. He parked his trolley and peered closer. Just then, a young worker came along
with a large trolley, ready to take the box to the back of the store. Mr. Butterworth inquired
about the item, and it turned out to be a faulty swing set the shop could not sell. On the box, it read,
Swing someplace magical.
Mr. Butterworth said he would purchase the swing set for a quarter of the price.
The surprised worker replied that he could have it for free, but it was broken.
Mr. Butterworth smiled and explained he only needed the swing seats.
A few weeks later, the swing was finished.
Thick, dark ropes hung from the branch of the oak tree,
attached to the two red seats from the swing set.
Both seats were perfectly positioned, just right for the boys.
Richard and Henry sat on the swings, beaming at their father after patting his boys on the head.
Mr. Butterworth disappeared into the.
the bungalow. It was about time to start dinner. Henry and Richard pushed their feet on the grass
and began to swing when one of the boys noticed that the other was swinging higher. He tried to catch up.
All they could hear was the passing wind and the leaves rustling in the canopy.
Whush, back and forth they went, kicking their legs up to the sky.
Then Richard said he had an idea.
And the boy slowed to a halt.
Richard asked his brother where he wanted to go.
After a moment or two, Henry said that he wanted to visit the witch,
who lived on the top of the hill in the storybook.
He wanted to see what potion she was making today.
To make it work, said Richard.
They would have to swing with their eyes closed.
The two boys kicked their feet off the ground
and swung back and forth.
Maybe we swung a little too high, Henry said to his brother.
Richard laughed and opened his eyes.
Islands fell over the two boys.
They blinked several times just to make sure their eyes were clear.
The forest was no longer, except for the great oak tree the swing was attached to.
Around the boys was a field of green, grass every which way.
and in the near distance, a small hill.
At the top was a crooked-looking house
that blew smoke into the sky in perfect, expanding rings.
The home was crooked in a charming kind of way.
It was entirely wooden
and had a cobblestone path leading from the base of the hill to the door.
As the brothers were born minutes apart, they could often communicate without using any words at all.
Smiling, they both turned to face the great oak and its red swings.
There was a moment of thought between them that they had indeed swung too high.
Richard held on to his brother's shoulder and started chuckling.
His laugh was infectious, and Henry II began to laugh,
until they heard a distant voice.
The boys turned around to see a girl waving a handkerchief at the top of the hill.
She smiled widely and gestured for the boys to come up the path.
Richard turned to the tree,
and told it not to go anywhere.
To his surprise, the trunk of the tree twisted slightly,
and the branches shook their leaves gently.
Henry had to pull his brother away from the tree in between chuckles.
The cobblestone path was rather steep,
but soon the brothers made it to the top,
where the girl met them.
She tucked her handkerchief into her apron and shook the boy's hands.
Her name was Elphy.
Elfi reassured the boys that she would explain everything.
But before she could finish her sentence, there was a clattering sound,
and she rushed into the house.
Surprised, the two boys followed Eleni,
Elfi inside the crooked house.
The inside was far larger than the outside.
It seemed to stretch this way and that.
Spanning in all directions, Richard looked at the doorway behind him
and realized it was actually a portal.
As there was more house behind the door,
Elphy stood on a footstool and tried to grab the source of the clattering.
It was Mr. Patty, the very noisy black cat.
He had fallen asleep at the back of one of the shelves.
And Elphy, none the wiser, had stacked her clean dishes in front of him.
Mr. Patty meowed in protest.
somehow in love with his new sleeping spot.
Elphy wasn't having it.
She muttered a few words and looked at her hand.
A small tower of cat treats appeared in her palm,
which enticed Mr. Patty away from the very expensive China.
Henry and Richard looked around.
There were stacks of.
cauldrons, a mug full of wands, and a large brown rug near the entrance.
Venturing further inside, Henry noticed a blackboard over the sink. There were words written
in chalk that read, Elfie's chores. Do the dishes without magic? Put
labels on the potion bottles. Feed Mr. Patty. Henry smiled. He had a list of chores on the fridge
at home too. After getting her cat down on the floor, Elfie told Richard that Mr. Patty was rather
friendly. Sure enough, Mr. Patty rubbed against Richard's leg.
Richard bent down and began to stroke under the cat's chin.
Mr. Patty purred and said,
Thank you.
Before walking away, Elfie laughed, explaining that Mr. Patty only talked to people he liked.
Henry asked Elfie how they had ended up in their storybook.
They weren't in the book.
said Elfie.
The magic swing was simply a portal
that could take them wherever they were both thinking of.
Richard looked at his brother
and reminded him he had a question for Elphi.
Henry nodded.
He asked her what potion she was making today.
Elphi walked into the kitchen.
We're in the corner.
A large cauldron was bubbling away.
She asked the two boys to wash their hands in the sink
and to hand her an assortment of ingredients.
Some orange, some white, some red.
Richard approached the stove,
unsure of what potion was being made.
Henry said he was sure it was a potion of heat.
healing, Elfi nodded. Better, she said. It's a meat stew. The biscuits are on the stove.
Richard was pleasantly surprised. Food was the best healing potion of all. While the three children
ate at the kitchen table, Elfi explained that she was not allowed to mix potions without
her parents present, as she was still an apprentice witch.
Her father and mother were two of the most powerful magic practitioners in all the lands,
but were away on their anniversary after three pots of stew and many broken biscuits.
The children chatted over mugs of hot chocolate.
Elphy explained to the boys that all magic is belief.
The brother's love and their vivid imaginations had sent them to her land.
Elphy told them to enjoy their time away.
All they needed to do to get back home was imagine it clearly and swing high.
The children compared notes.
sharing the details of their respective worlds, paved roads versus cobblestone paths,
and taxis and cars versus portals.
On and on it went, until there was nothing left to compare,
and their mugs of hot chocolate were entirely empty.
Elphy told the boys that they simply had to visit her village's sweet shop.
Richard and Henry nodded, filled with glee.
Then Elphi told them that she had finished first in her class for teleportation studies.
The boys looked at her blankly, and Elphy giggled.
teleportation, she said, was going from one place to the next without having to walk
or whatever they did in England, just as they were getting ready to leave.
Richard asked for a token.
He said that whenever he went somewhere with his brother, they always took something back.
home with them. Like the seashells on Brighton Beach, Elfie asked what Brighton was,
and then cocked her head to the side. She was deep in thought, she said finally.
That's it! Elvie walked over to the old desk. She pulled out the big drawer on its side
and beamed with pure joy
when she spotted what she was looking for
Elphy asked the boys to close their eyes
and open their palms
they did just that
and did not open their eyes
until instructed to do so
now Elfie said
in the middle of their palms
were two tiny ones
Elphy explained that the tiny wands were given to toddlers
to give all the witches and wizards in the land
a special introduction to magic.
Henry and Richard gave Elphy a hug.
She said that they shouldn't waste another moment
just in case Mr. Butterworth began to wonder where they had gotten to.
So, with a final hug, Richard and Henry held their wands tightly, as Elfie waved her own wand over them.
Once? Twice? Three times, a bloom of blue magic cascaded down through Elphi's wand and swirled around their bodies.
And before they vanished for good, the boys.
The boys, perfectly mannered, smiled and said thank you.
When they opened their eyes, they were standing under something that looked very much like a bus shelter.
Henry straightened his favorite jumper, slightly confused.
Richard looked up at the electronic board above the shelter.
The board read, teleporting to Pajama Land,
In 30 seconds.
Nearby was a cobblestone paved entrance
and an immaculate glass front to a very unusual building.
On the top of the front door was a sign that the boys read in unison.
The largest sweet shop in all the lands!
In the top right-hand corner of the sign were two small,
letters. Henry squinted and read the letters slowly. T. M. Not knowing exactly what that meant,
the boys walked through the automatic glass doors and approached the front desk,
which was a little bit taller than they were. It was Henry who cleared his throat loudly.
Ahem! The woman behind the desk,
who had a pointed hat and was holding a newspaper in her frail fingers, cleared her throat in return.
Richard tried next.
He cleared his voice in a manner slightly louder than his brother.
The woman dropped her newspaper on the desk and laughed a laugh so infectious.
The two boys could not help laugh too.
wiping happy tears from her eyes, the woman leaned over the desk and said that the Butterworths did not disappoint.
Richard flocked his arm over the top of the counter and said that the pleasure was all his.
Henry did the same and said it was a pleasure for him too.
The witch's name was Bertha.
and it was rumoured in the land with magic
that Bertha knew everything
if a child on the other side of the land so much as sneezed
Bertha hopped in the teleportation shelter
in an instant she was there
Bertha was a friendly face around the village
it was a running joke that her shop seemed to run
itself, as she was rarely, if ever, behind the sweet shop's counter.
Bertha was everyone's auntie and mother and sister and confidante.
It seemed everyone's friend.
She was like a room full of laughter.
Bertha reached over the counter and gently shook Henry and Richard's hands.
She gave their palms a warm, gentle squeeze.
When she let go, there were two multicolored gum drops in each hand.
Eagerly, the boys placed the sweets on their tongues and chewed slowly.
Richard's favorite dessert was apple crumble,
and Henry's favorite was rhubarb crumbull.
crumble. As they continued to chew, the boys realized they were tasting their favorite desserts.
Bertha smiled and said she was working on a brother suite of thoughts, which would taste like
single cream, vanilla ice cream, or custard. Bertha had a few things to attend to, but she would
give the boys a tour of the shop. Henry opened his mouth.
to tell Bertha. But she already knew they had one more stop in mind before they returned home.
All of the sweets were contained in individual jars with sweets of the same kind. At the base of the
jars was something that looked like a spout, etched with the words, try me. Henry realized that all the
jars lined up by the entrance of the shop were free to sample. There were sweets galore.
Gum drops organised by sweet drops and sour drops and fruit drops and food drops.
Sweets for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Henry and Richard wandered back and forth, spoiled for choice.
If they looked at a single jar for long enough, they noticed that a phrase would appear in a mist and then disappear.
Some said, are you hungry?
Others said, so sweet.
Or a pocket-sized lunch.
Bertha was rummaging around in the back of the shop.
She hollowed to the boys to ask the jars,
what they should try first. Henry stepped back so that the entire shop wall was visible
and asked the jars in a clear voice which gumdrop he should try first. At once a paper bag
floated off the rack next to the sweets. It opened itself and hovered beneath one of the jars
sprouts. The sprout twisted itself open and two sweets fell out before the spout closed itself tight.
Richard decided he wanted to enjoy his gumdrop at the same time as his brother. So he stood beside
Henry and asked the jars the same question. Just as before, two sweets were dispensed from one
of the spouts. Richard and Henry plucked the bag of sweets from the air and sat on one of the
shop benches. The gumdrops were dissolvable. After a fair amount of chewing, the sweets
disintegrated in Henry and Richard's mouths, and as they melted, the boy sat with the feeling.
The gumdrops they had sampled were called Bertha's slice of happiness.
The sweets were imbued with the lightest magic and were able to induce a feeling,
as well as deliver the most delicious flavor.
Henry felt as though he were lying on the red and white picnic blanket in the park with his father and brother.
On a warm summer's day.
Richard, on the other hand, could feel a heavy blanket over his body,
and hear the sound of his father, reading a bedtime story in his deep, gentle voice.
It was a Butterworth tradition.
Every night, since the boys were babies, Mr. Butterworth would lay one on his left
and one on his right while he settled in the middle of his bed.
Before he opened the storybook,
Mr. Butterworth would make sure his babies were slightly propped up on a soft pillow,
and then he would read,
Richard and Henry grew from babies to boys, evening by evening.
As surely as the twins grew,
so did their library, though their father preferred science and history books.
Henry and Richard had a soft spot for fiction.
So, every evening at 7.30, Mr. Butterworth and his sons curled up on the bed in the primary
bedroom and became lost in a story of the twins' choice.
Without fail, before Mr. Butterworth could finish the bedtime story,
Henry and Richard fell fast asleep.
Mr. Butterworth would then close the book
and scoop up his sons,
gently resting their heads in the crook of his neck.
He would put both the boys in their beds,
always sure to cover them up with their due,
vase and blankets. And before Mr. Butterworth snuggled into his own bed, he would switch on the
lamp in the hallway. The gumdrops were long dissolved. Bertha led Richard and Henry to different
parts of the very large sweet shop. There was much to see. Chewy sweets and toffee and fudge and
licorice, and it was all too wonderful. As Henry and Richard walked down the spiral staircase,
with the milk chocolate fountain in its center, Bertha gave them an open invitation.
They couldn't possibly see everything in one day, so she looked forward to seeing the boys
in the future. Bertha conjured two gift bags full of sweets.
and smiled, looking out the window.
She told Richard and Henry to hurry,
because otherwise they would miss the next teleportation.
Richard grabbed his brother's hand,
and three, two, one.
The teleportation portal took them to the land of pajamas.
They arrived in the center of Pajama Land's capital.
Sleepy Town
It was a quiet place,
no passing cars,
no noisy factories,
only gentle music
that played unobtrusively.
It was coming from somewhere,
but where exactly
the Butterworths wouldn't have been able to tell you?
Beneath the town's sign,
there was another sign
that politely asked visitors
to stow their shoes in the infinite cloakroom.
Pajama land didn't have paved roads or paths.
Instead, the roads and paths were made entirely of cushy material,
like a memory foam mattress.
The few people on the overlapping mattresses were in the comfiest pajamas.
Some children walked with fluffy toy teddy,
and unicorns in their hands, and the stores were bedtime-themed, mattress and bedshops,
tea shops, milk and cookie shops, and so on. Feeling slightly parched, Henry approached something
that looked like a drink dispenser from afar. As he came closer, he realized that the drinks
came with a set of pajamas as well. Delighted, Henry simply pressed a button, and out came two sets of
pajamas, perfectly sized for the boys, along with two cartons of milk with straws attached.
Henry and Richard went for a slow wander around. Much in Sleepy Town was different from home.
Instead of benches, there were beds, street lamps were nightlights, and grass was pillow stuffing.
As Henry and Richard walked, they felt themselves becoming more and more tired, until they soon arrived back at the teleportation shelter.
In an instant, the boys were teleported back to the foot of the path to Elfie's crooked house.
The sky was darkening, and it was time to go home.
Henry and Richard placed their bags and pajamas into a hall in the Great Oak.
They did just as Elfie said,
Think of home and swing high.
They closed their eyes and swung back and forth as high as they could.
The cool breeze rushed by their ears, and it seemed they were home.
The lights in the bungalow were on.
Henry noticed the silhouette of his father's body as he moved behind the blinds in the kitchen window.
Richard and Henry walked over to the hole in the tree.
They pressed their hands into the grooves of the tree trunk and whispered,
Thank you.
Just as before, the great oak tree twisted right, then left, and shook its branches as if to say,
You're very welcome.
And moments later, Mr. Butterworth called out that it was time for dinner.
He had tried something entirely new.
It was something he had heard about in his son's storybooks.
Meet stew with fluffy butter biscuits.
Henry and Richard were delighted.
The family ate their fill,
dipping biscuit after biscuit into their bowls of stew
until the pot was empty.
And the dishes were washed and placed on the drying rack.
The dessert was apple and rhubarb crumble with single cream.
Seeing how sleepy the boys were,
Mr Butterworth said it was time for a bath and bed.
Richard and Henry used the bathroom in turns
and changed into their pajamas when they were done.
Soon, the Butterworths found themselves
in the same place they always were at 7.3rd.
in Mr. Butterworth's large bed.
This time, it was Mr. Butterworth who fell asleep first.
Henry peeked over his father's chest and looked at Richard,
without very much thought at all.
The boys lifted a blanket over their father
and walked to the lamp in the hallway.
Richard turned on the lamp and hugged his brother.
He asked him where he wanted to go, Henry replied.
And so they walked in opposite directions down the hallway
and climbed into their beds.
They dreamt about all the different worlds they would visit,
all the journeys from the magic swing in the forest,
which happened to be in their back garden.
