Before we begin our story,
Let's take care of our bodies first to make sure we're ready to relax and drift off to sleep.
Make sure you have enough water to drink if your mouth or eyes feel dry.
Take a few sips of water to help hydrate your body as this will help you feel more comfortable during sleep.
However you find it most comfortable to sleep,
Make sure you get into that position whether it's sitting or laying down.
Do what feels relaxing to you so you won't have to fidget too much.
Now there's no obligation to have a clear mind or to sit still.
All you need to do you need to do right now is listen.
It's okay if your mind wanders,
This moment is for you and if you are able to just gently bring your mind back to the story.
If this happens it's okay.
Now gently close your eyes and listen to the sound of my voice as I take you on a journey to the cozy witch cafe in the heart of a forest in springtime where the flowers peeked through the soil and there were dozens of beautiful and interesting creatures living together in harmony.
There stood a quaint little witch cafe nestled in the thick trees.
It looked to be the shape of a giant toadstool with windows and a crooked chimney poking through the cap roof.
It was a place of magic,
Mystery and warmth where the air was always infused with the scent of spices and herbs and the walls were adorned with twinkling fairy lights.
It was hard to say how long the cafe had stood there but it felt like it could have been there a hundred years.
Even being in its presence gave its visitors a sense of calm and happiness.
On this spring afternoon as you approached the cafe down a winding muddy path through the trees you noticed that the windows were foggy and steamy and the sounds of bubbling cauldrons and soft whispers could be heard from within.
Broomsticks stood outside on a stand just like you would find for bicycles and there was a hearty wooden sign above the door saying welcome.
You pushed open the door and a bell tinkled on the frame to gently announce your arrival.
You were greeted by a cozy fire lit room filled with comfy armchairs,
Little mismatched tables,
Shelves lined with spell books and a bar made of polished dark wood.
The domed roof really was a giant toadstool cap with a hole in the center for a skylight.
Down from the ceiling trailed ivy,
Its green leaves catching the afternoon light.
As you looked around the cafe for a place to sit you saw all sorts of magical creatures and beings gathered together enjoying each other's company.
A group of fairies fluttered by leaving a trail of glitter in their wake.
A wise old tawny owl perched on a shelf watching over the patrons with his piercing eyes.
A trio of mischievous gnomes played a game of cards in the corner cackling and teasing each other.
You glanced into the very far corner of the cafe,
If round rooms do have corners,
And spotted a giant squashy armchair with a table made from a chunk of tree trunk next to it.
You made your way over and sunk deeply into the comfortable chair,
Noticing how it hugged your body and supported your weight.
You never remember feeling so comfortable in your whole life.
Not only did the chair take your physical weight,
It seemed to absorb some of your mental worries and settle your emotions too.
As you settled into your seat,
You noticed that the air was filled with a soft murmur of conversation.
The patrons were chatting about everything from the latest spells and potions to the newest fairy tales and legends.
You could hear snippets of laughter and excitement,
And every so often,
A burst of magic would light up the room.
Although you arrived alone,
You knew that this was a place of comfort and belonging.
You knew you were wanted here,
And if you had needed,
Any one of these friendly creatures would lend a hand or an ear.
The scent of cinnamon and cloves wafted from the kitchen,
Making your mouth water.
You heard the clinking of teacups and the sizzling of something delicious on the stove.
You felt the warmth of the fire on your skin and the softness of the cushions beneath you.
It was as if you were wrapped up in a cozy blanket of magic and comfort.
After a few moments,
A kind wrinkled old witch approached you,
Offering you a steaming mug of spiced apple cider.
The steam rising from the mug seemed to have a pearlescent quality to it,
And when you breathed it in,
It cleansed your nose,
Throat,
And lungs,
Spreading warmth and contentment throughout your body.
You took a sip and felt that warm,
Comforting glow continue to spread through your body,
And you began to relax even further,
Letting your mind wander and dance with the flames in the fire.
As you sat there,
Sipping your cider and listening to the chatter around you,
You began to feel a sense of peace wash over you.
The stress and worries of the outside world faded away,
Replaced by a feeling of contentment and tranquility.
As the afternoon turned into evening,
You found yourself growing more and more sleepy.
The gentle atmosphere of the cafe lulled you into a peaceful state of mind,
And before you knew it,
You were nodding off.
In your chair,
The last thing you heard before drifting off was the soft rustle of pages turning,
And the distant sound of a lullaby.
And as you closed your eyes,
You felt a sense of gratitude for this little haven of magic and warmth nestled in the heart of the forest's sweet dreams.
