Get Sleepy: Sleep meditation and stories - The Tiny Family Spend a Day at the Beach
Episode Date: March 23, 2026Narrator: Simon Mattacks 🇬🇧Writer: Jo Steer ✍️Sound effects: morning birdsong, light traffic 🏡 Welcome back, sleepyheads. Tonight, we rejoin the Pocket family, finding them in the best... of spirits as they embark on a day trip to the sun-soaked beach. 😴 Includes mentions of: Dogs, Children, Family, Parents, Food, Bodies of Water. Other episodes from this series:- The Tiny Family (March 27, 2023)- The Giant Garden (March 29, 2023)- The Tiny Family Get a Dog (April 1, 2024)- The Tiny Family Celebrate the Weekend (June 26, 2024) 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 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 catalog (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: getsleepy.com/ Facebook: facebook.com/getsleepypod/ Instagram: instagram.com/getsleepypod/ Twitter: twitter.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! getsleepy.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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Welcome to get sleepy, where we listen, we relax and we get sleepy.
As always, I'm your host, Thomas.
Thank you for being here for a return to one of our best-loved and most requested series on the show.
Our story this evening is about the Pocket family, a family so small in stature that they could fit inside a matchbox.
They live in a doll's house behind the living room sofa, unbeknownst to the humans they share a home with.
If you've encountered the pockets in other stories before, as many of you most certainly have,
you'll know that what they lack in height they make up for in character.
Tonight, we find them in the best of spirits as they embark on a day trip to the sun-soaked beach.
And as with all our other tales from this series, it was written by Joe,
and will be read by Simon.
For many of you, this story will no doubt be a source of familiarity, and with that in mind,
as we settle down to listen and open our imaginations to visualize the story, I'd like to invite
you to take yourself on a familiar journey in your mind's eye, with your eyes gently closed.
accept the presence of thoughts as they inevitably come and go.
If they're a bit distracting, then giving your mind a calming task to focus on can be a very
effective way to relax.
So for the next few moments, I'd like you to try visualising a familiar journey, one that
brings you back to your home. This could be a walk, a bike ride, a car journey, whatever you like.
Maybe it's one you do most days, or one that is occasional, so long as it's a route you know
quite well, and one that returns you to the comfort of home. Wherever you're starting this
journey from. Just picture the scene around you.
As you move along, think about the things you see and the sounds drifting through the air.
Step by step, or with each turn of a wheel perhaps, the scene develops around you, taking you that bit closer to home.
Are there any smells in the air that stand out?
to certain parts of the route conjure memories of times gone by,
and how does it make you feel?
Allow your imagination to guide you along the familiar route back home,
an experience that will be entirely unique to you as you approach home.
Think about how it feels to know you're so close to the place where you can
Relax and rest.
Switching off from the world, see the comfort that lies ahead, the scenery around your home and
embrace the joy of it as it waits to welcome you.
When you eventually arrive at your front door, you open it and step inside.
Paying attention to the way that makes you feel as well, the familiarities and comforts of your home
that are there for you every day.
Now, as you settle deeper and deeper into your bed, allow that visualization to fade into
the background and bring your focus to Simon's voice.
we prepare to rejoin the pocket family. This is where our story begins. We begin our story
in the living room of a house, the home of Miss Granger and her seven-year-old daughter. You wouldn't
call it big, and you wouldn't call it small, but you might well describe it as very pleasant and
homely. Light pours in through a large bay window, transforming the terracotta walls into a shade of
morning sunrise. Patterns of white light are reflected on the floorboards, polished mahogany,
covered with rugs here and there. The young girl's artwork is displayed on the walls in
glass picture frames of all shapes and sizes. In the middle of the room between the brown leather
sofa and the television, there's a long coffee table, a few fish, each one colorful and unique,
swim in a fish tank at the center of the coffee table, a bob between driftwood and swaying
green plants, gliding in and out of ornaments, shaped like the pyramids of Egypt. At a glance,
the fish are the only things moving, not only in the living room, but the entire house. The front
driveway is empty, and the Granger family don't appear to be home. In fact, mum and daughter have gone
away for the they're staying with grandma and granddad on the coast. But their house isn't empty,
not by any means, even if they think it is. What the Grangers don't know is that they share their
home with four other people and their pet dog, a miniature family whose presence goes unnoticed.
None of them are any taller than a small sewing pin.
Ma, Parr, Joe and Matilda Pocket
have actually lived here for longer than the Granger's.
They used to reside in an old tissue box
at the back of a kitchen cupboard.
But when the Smiths moved out
and the Grangers moved in,
the pockets relocated to the little girl's dollhouse.
The dollhouse sits behind the sofa.
The front opens out to reveal rooms on three stories,
including stairways between levels and a lift at the side.
It's the tiny person's equivalent of a millionaire's mansion.
Everything is decorated in nice, bright colours,
from bedrooms and bathrooms to the dining room and kitchen.
Each is home to a range of modern furniture,
including a battery-operated fireplace and radio in the living room.
The best gadget of all is a remote-controlled car,
a gorgeous convertible in a dazzling shade of pink.
That's where the tiny family are right now, packing up the car for a day at the beach.
At breakfast this morning, Marr surprised everyone with the news.
The family were going on a trip.
She led them to believe that they would be doing a supply run
and coming back home for a day of housework.
You might imagine the delight.
of Paa and the children, when they discovered that this had all been a ruse,
that Ma had been planning a secret adventure for the family.
Instead of chores and cleaning, they'd be frolicing on the sand.
Over breakfast, Ma explained that she'd been daydreaming about the beach
since overhearing the humans talking about their trip to grand-dads.
The enthusiasm in their voices had been infectious
and left Mar longing to feel sand beneath her feet.
Happily, she'd overheard another conversation
when she was out walking Hercules later that day.
Miss Granger had been speaking on what humans called
a phone, and her voice was even gentler and quieter than usual.
Ma quickly realized that Miss Granger was sharing a secret with the muffled voice at the end of
the phone. She was explaining how she planned to surprise her daughter when they returned
home from their weekend on the coast. Miss Granger had bought a sandpit and his
hidden it in the shed.
But she planned to roll it out the night before they left,
so that when they came home, it was out on the patio.
That way, her daughter could continue making sandcastles once they were home from their trip.
Ma knew that the little girl would love the sandpit.
She also realized that she'd been presented with the perfect opportunity.
With the humans away, they'd have free reign of the house, including the garden and the brand-new sandpit.
Har and the children gasped with delight at the thought of a sandpit in the back garden.
Hercules, a tiny sausage dog, wagged his tail with excitement, though Mar had told him about
the surprise beforehand. The dog had been her accomplice from the beginning. He'd kept her
company on secret supply runs, sniffing out food from nooks and crannies around the house.
He'd helped find the morsels that Ma could fashion into a picnic,
as well as a stray pee that they could use as a beach ball.
On the nights when Ma had been up late sewing,
Hercules was with her, snoozing at her feet.
An experienced seamstress,
she'd made swimming trunks and costumes for the family,
including inflatable arm floats for the children
and a life jacket for the dog.
This morning,
Once the family had finished breakfast and absorbed the news,
Ma had presented everyone with their newly made swimwear.
Afterwards, the family had dispersed,
to get changed and freshen up,
and to gather their backpacks,
bringing anything they might need.
Now, less than 20 minutes later,
they're ready to go,
with swimming trunks and costumes underneath their own.
outfits. Parr jokes that in all the time he's known them, he's never known his children to get ready
so quickly. The car is filled up in record time, with backpacks, beach towels, picnic food, and more.
Last to go in are the family themselves, with Parr in the driver's seat, where the controls
are located. The pockets are experienced.
adventurers. They have to be in order to get around. Day-to-day activities include trekking across
carpets and climbing furniture as tall as mountains, then abseiling down it. And yet, as much as they
enjoy this way of living, all are thankful for this new mode of transport. With the car,
journeys that previously would have been made on foot, now take only a fraction of the time.
The car's biggest van is Hercules the dog.
Currently, he's in his usual position, standing up on Mars' lap in the front passenger seat
and resting his paws on the doorframe.
He loves to look out and take in his surroundings, occasionally barking, if something grab.
his interest. His long, dangling ears, chestnut brown, like his coat, flap comically in the wind,
prompting smiles and laughter. Parr is an excellent driver. He maneuvers around the sofa
with so much finesse that if his passengers close their eyes, they wouldn't know there'd been a
corner. He traverses the living room floorboards like a skater at an ice rink, navigating around
the coffee table and the rug it sits on. Hercules barks as they pass by the coffee table,
and he catches a glimpse of the fish tank in its center. To the tiny pocket family,
it's more like an aquarium, inhabited by fish the size of whales.
Joe points upwards, spotting a flash of red.
It's his favorite fish, the aptly named Rose.
The sight of the creature always delights him.
She's a dazzling shade of ruby red, with a tail like rose petals.
The pockets cruise through the open doorway,
crossing the threshold of the living room,
and moving into the hallway.
Hercules barks as the wheels touch the carpet,
as if he's announcing the family's arrival into a new room.
Sunlight pours in through vertical windows
at either side of the doorway on the left.
It pools in places on the cream-colored carpet
and illuminates the staircase on the right.
Parr drives the car through.
a puddle of sunlight, before turning right around the stairs. For a few seconds, it's so bright
and warm that the family feel as if they're already outside. It helps that the air smells like
nature, particularly around the sideboard, a vase of fresh lilies emits a fragrance that's both sweet
and floral. Hercules waves his snout through the air, as if he's trying to decide whether he
likes the smell. He sniffs a few times and lets out a little sneeze, but he soon becomes distracted
as they enter the kitchen. The dog barks again as they cross the floor, passing the kitchen
units on the left and the table on the right. The beige floor is as smooth as glass and twinkles
gold in the sunlight. The ever-playful par steers towards the table, weaving in and out of chair
legs and performing donuts around them. The children cheer, waving their arms in the air,
as if they were enjoying a ride at a theme park.
It's clear that the sausage dog is just as happy.
His tail wags at record speed.
Ma holds him on her lap in a loose embrace,
and she can literally feel him vibrating with excitement.
With a beaming grin, Marr strokes his fur and pats his head.
She's still smiling a minute or so later.
when the car slows down as they approach their destination.
Parr pulls up in the usual spot between the end kitchen cabinet and the back door of the house.
This is where the family usually come to gain access to the countertops, cupboards.
They all carry equipment in their trusty backpacks, which allow them to scale the soaring kitchen units.
To get outdoors, they climb up the end unit, crossing the marble countertop and descending the window cell.
A tiny gap between the locked window and its frame provides ample space to absale down to the patio.
It's a journey that they've made countless times.
The dog, too, in his personalized carrier, strapped to the front of either marred.
or Parr, but it isn't the path that they'll be taking today.
Parr says he has a better idea.
He tells the children to stay seated in the back
before leaning over to Ma and whispering in her ear.
The parents step out, leaving Hercules in the front.
The dog jumps into the back seat, nestling between the children,
All three are intrigued by the actions of the adults who rifle through their backpacks and pull out their climbing ropes.
These are made from threads of knotted string with metal picture hooks attached to one end.
Next, the adults move to the side of the car, looking up to the handle of the kitchen door.
The children can't hear their muffled conversation.
They can only watch as events unfold.
Parr moves forwards, gripping the rope near its end.
He swings it above his head, like a cowboy lassoing cattle.
Once he's picked up speed, he throws the rope upwards.
It lands first time on the handle of the door.
Ma goes next, looping the rope above her head,
and casting it upwards to a spot below the handle.
She misses it the first time, but catches it the second.
Hercules barks as if to say, well done.
The hook of Mars rope is now attached to the key,
the human's back door key, sticking out of the keyhole.
What this means is that the pockets can unlock the door
If they're able to turn the key,
Parr drops his rope and picks up Mars further down.
They walk to the side, leaning back and pulling.
They look as though they're competing in a tug of war,
using every ounce of their strength.
Thankfully, it works, and the key turns.
A metallic clunk signals the unlocking of the door.
By now, the children have worked out what's happening, and they erupt into cheers and tiny applause.
Ma and Parr do well not to fall over, as the rope becomes loose rather suddenly.
They laugh and hug once they've steadied their wobbly legs, visibly relieved to no longer be pulling.
Unfortunately, the same approach doesn't work on the handle.
Even with the whole family working together,
they don't have the strength to make it turn.
Luckily, Parr has a plan for this too.
He returns to where the rope is dangling from the handle,
picking it up at the end and walking back to the car.
Once there, he attaches it to the.
front of the bonnet, using a safety pin that's part of his kit. After checking that the rope is
taught and secure, Parr gets back into the driver's seat and nudges the car forward. Ma stays
outside, giving directions. Her eyes flitting between the car and the handle. Go left,
she says at first, watching the handle turn, then keep going and just a little bit further.
The door makes a clicking sound when the handle is fully down.
That's it, says Ma.
Now we need to turn.
She directs Parr to drive away from the door, tracing the path of an invisible arch.
And, just as planned, the car pulls on the handle and the door behind it slowly creaks open.
Ma is facing the doorway, which means she's the first to take in the view.
Though for a moment the daylight is so bright, it's almost blinding.
And Ma is forced to briefly close her eyes.
She feels the cool air that flows into the kitchen.
She smells freshly cut grass and the sense of herbs and flowers.
The sounds are like a symphony of instruments,
but with birds and butterflies instead of brass and woodwind.
When she opens her eyes, her family are all beside her,
standing in a line, silently admiring the back garden.
Even the dog seems lost for words.
Hears dangling, head tilted to the side.
The Granger's Garden might be described as small but charming.
Beyond the patio at the front, there's a rectangular lawn.
It's framed by rosebeds and has a fountain at its center.
A shed behind the grass has been painted chestnut red and matches the fence that runs around the garden.
Of course, it's anything but small to the tiny pocket family.
To them, the lawn is more like a jungle, the shed, a palace, and the fountain, some great monument.
They've spent countless hours admiring the garden.
garden from the windowsill. And they've explored it together on a few occasions. They've never seen it
like this. Their view framed by the open doorway. It's made all the more beautiful by the gorgeous
spring weather. The sun shines bright in a cloudless blue sky, enhancing the colors of the lawn.
In the light, the grass has hints of gold and silver.
It sparkles as it sways gently in the breeze.
There must have been a shower earlier this morning
because puddles of rainwater are dotted about the patio.
One puddle mirrors a nearby rose bush,
reflecting ruby red petals and rich green leaves.
Light makes its way across the patio, unfurling like a blanket of gold.
The tiles nearest the doorway have an otherworldly glow.
The rest is in the shade, at least for the moment.
Matilda is the first to spot their destination, the raised plastic tub in the middle of the patio.
The sand inside isn't visible yet.
Though this only adds to the children's excitement.
First, they have to actually get there,
which isn't so easy for people of their size.
They decide to scale a trellis beneath the kitchen window.
They'll climb across the leaves on the trellis
and zip line over to the sandpit.
Parr has parked the car by the doorway,
where it should block the door from closing in the breeze.
They share out belongings from the boot of the convertible,
including reserve climbing ropes for Ma and Parr.
Everyone wears a backpack, and Ma wears two.
The one at her front is stuffed full of picnic food.
Hercules rides in a carrier at Parr's front,
similar to how a human might carry a baby.
The sausage dog looks utterly adorable,
with his head and four paws sticking out from the fabric.
The family take a moment to ruffle his fur
and stroke behind his ears.
Equipment and backpacks are then checked and checked again
before the pockets begin their walk.
They head towards the old.
open doorway, towards the glow of sunshine and the sounds of nature. The air carries that freshness
that only comes after rain, blended with the sweet scent of roses in the garden. Once they're
outside, they stand in a line, each with climbing ropes ready to use. Haar goes first, throwing the
rope towards the wall, where a wooden trellis has been woven with climbing ivy. He tugs on the rope,
testing that it's secure once the hook is caught around the middle of the woodwork. From there,
all it takes is the smallest of jumps, and par swings like a pendulum across the ivy.
grabbing a plant stem to stop himself from swinging, he then shakes the rope and dislodges the hook.
He slowly winds it back towards himself and settles down on a leaf, watching the others swing over.
This particular leaf is fairly high up and juts out of the trellis opposite the sandpit.
As each member of the family makes it across the ivy, their reward.
With a view of their destination below, an enormous beach is visible within the tub.
Its sand, a blend of white and gold.
It's flat in places, but rugged in others, forming sand dunes at one end and a valley in the centre.
Miss Granger likely wasn't expecting rain.
Otherwise, she might have covered the sound bit.
The rainwater has collected in the valley and formed a gorgeous blue lake in the middle of the sand.
Water has also filled a circular moat around the base of the sand castle.
It must have been built by Miss Granger for her daughter.
There's even a little paper flag at the top of the castle.
The flag displays an image of the sun smiling.
While the flagpole is made from a toothpick,
Parr throws his rope, catching the bottom of the toothpick,
and secures the other end to the nearby leaf stem.
The pockets themselves carry repurposed toothpicks.
They prove useful in a range of situations.
Now, they hold the sticks,
above their heads and zip line along Parr's rope across the patio.
As Ma was the one who arranged the surprise trip,
she is the first to touch down on the side.
After gliding across the patio,
she drops down on a sand dune and slides down to a spot by the lake.
One by one, she's joined by the others.
first Joe, then Matilda, and lastly, Parr and Hercules.
The dog runs in circles once he's released from his carrier,
unable to contain his glee any longer.
Meanwhile, the family take off their backpacks and lay out their beach towels, side by side.
Then they slip out of their shoes and remove outer layers of clothes.
clothing, revealing newly made swimming costumes and trunks.
Sun cream is applied on Ma's orders.
It's just one of the things that she's collected this week.
An amount that altogether would fit on a human's fingertip
proves more than enough to supply the whole family.
All manner of human leftovers have been transformed by Ma
into a gourmet picnic of sandwiches and pastries.
But Hercules is only interested in the meaty dog treats,
while the others seem fixated on the chocolate chip cookies.
Parr and the children take a seat on their towels,
while Hercules opts to settle just below Ma's legs.
She passes around cookies and gives a treat to the dog,
and they sit and eat in happy silence.
Afterwards, shoes and clothing are placed on the towels,
weighing down the fabric in case the wind picks up.
Parr walks with Hercules,
while Joe and Matilda race towards the lake.
Ma is content to sit on her beach towel,
to explore her senses and take in her surroundings.
She scrunches her toes into fine grains of sand and breathes in deeply.
A sun cream on her skin has a tropical fragrance.
It smells like pineapple and fresh coconut.
And it makes for a scent that's nothing short of enchanting
as it blends with the sweetness of roses in the air.
Ma takes in the scents, breathing long and deep.
deep and closing her eyes when it feels good to do so. The breeze is very subtle. But to the tiny
family, it's absolutely perfect. After the exertion of getting here, Ma is grateful to sit
and feel the breeze, especially as the sun has risen higher in the sky and begun inching its way
across the sandpit. She feels as if time has slowed down as she follows the movement of the light.
The sand sparkles like treasure, wherever it's illuminated beneath the sun's rays.
Ma takes out a bottle from her bag and pours amber-colored liquid into a tinfoil cup.
She enjoys a few sips of sweet apple.
before setting the cup down and resting back on her elbows.
Louncing on her beach towel, she closes her eyes, content to do nothing but breathe.
After a while, she becomes aware of sunlight approaching.
She can feel the warm air moving towards her.
Ma has never experienced anything quite like it.
the sensation of sunlight passing gradually across her.
At one point, her left side is cool and in the shade,
while the right side of her body is being warmed by the sunshine.
Reaching out her right hand, Ma scoops up warm sand
before allowing it to trickle out between her fingers.
Her left hand is in the same.
shade, resting on cool, damp sand. And she relishes the contrast until the sun moves over.
Ma isn't sure if it's minutes or hours later, but eventually she finds herself awash with sunshine,
waves of comfort, ripple up and down her body. The light feels healing, right down to the
The sound of water splashing, followed by laughter, pulls her attention towards the lake.
Hercules, the dog, like each member of the family, is enjoying the beach in his own unique way.
He seems to be chasing the moving shoreline, running back and forth around the water's edge.
He paddles in and out, splashing the water with his point.
paws and then shaking himself dry before running right back in.
Parr laughs as he watches from the lakeside.
He's cooling off and relaxing with his legs in the water.
The children are swimming, heads bobbing above the surface, as they too watch Hercules.
Ma herself can't help but chuckle.
The sausage dog's antics never failed to amuse.
It soothes her soul to see him happy and to see all of her family looking so content.
Of all the good ideas that she's ever had, this surprise day out, might be the best.
The beach in the sandpit is even better than she'd imagined.
In fact, it's improving by the minute.
The sunshine has made its way over to the lake,
where the water glistens, every ripple twinkling silver.
An ethereal gold mist hangs in the air above the surface,
imperceptible to most humans, perhaps,
but obvious to the pockets.
It's one of the loveliest sights that Mar has,
ever seen. The silver gold lake against a backdrop of sand. And better still, because it includes
her family. There smiles, beaming as bright as the sunshine. Sitting upright on her towel,
she brings up her hands as if she's holding an invisible camera. She frames her hands around her
family in the water, and flicks her finger, as if she's clicking a button.
Ma is taking a mental photograph, capturing this precious moment and the feelings that come
with it. In years to come, when she remembers today, she'll go straight to this picture in her
imagination, and she'll take others later, storing more precious moments, standing
proudly, hands on hips, as if he's the king of the giant sandcastle behind him.
Joe and Matilda throwing the beach ball to one another, while Hercules runs between them,
desperate to join in. Marr herself will soon paddle in the water. But for now, she's content
to sunbathe on the sand. She folds her clothes into a makeshift pillow, and
and lies back onto the beach towel.
The sand forms a mattress beneath the soft towel.
One that seems to mould around the shape of her body.
She feels herself sink into deeper relaxation,
warm and cozy, beneath a blanket of sunshine.
She can still trace the scent of rain in the air,
likely emanating from the rainwater lake,
It adds a wonderful freshness.
Ma drinks it in, taking long, deep.
Closing her eyes, she basks in the sunlight, delighting in the breeze that flows over her skin.
She can hear water splashing in the distance and the cheerful voices of Parr and the children.
The last thing she remembers is the sound of their laughter.
carried on a breeze that smells like roses.
Her mind clears and her body relaxes further,
and Marr dozes off into a restful sleep.
