The Cider Mill Inn | Cozy Story For Sleep

Enjoy a bedtime story for grown-ups with fire sounds offers a night of cuddly adventures with "The Cider Mill Inn." Travel to a charming 18th-century farmhouse nestled among autumn-kissed orchards and rolling foothills in New England. Picture a sunset horse ride with a companion through the farm, cuddly encounters with animals, and the warm glow of lantern-lit rooms steeped in history. As you drift into slumber, let the enchanting tale whisk you away to a world where the past and present embrace you in the coziest of settings. It's time to dream away.

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Drift to sleep with tonight's cozy sleep story for grown-ups.

You are listening to The Cider Mill Inn,

A bedtime story that will take you on the coziest autumn escape,

In a season ideal for getting snugly.

Enjoy a holiday at a tranquil 18th century New England farmhouse,

Nestled amidst rolling foothills,

During the peak of autumn hues.

Surrounded by apple orchards,

In the crisp embrace of fall,

You may bring along a romantic partner,

A friend or imaginary companion,

Or a cherished child that is in your life.

Ride horses through the rows of apple trees,

Frolic with brazen goats,

And snuggle by a crackling fire in the farmhouse turned inn.

Every golden moment at The Cider Mill Inn captures the spirited energy of a historic farming community carrying whispers of bygone days through the orchard.

It's time to dream away.

Welcome to Michelle's Sanctuary.

I'm Michelle,

Your imaginative guide on this dreamy journey.

My sole purpose is to help you create a cozy sleep routine,

As you prioritize your needs for rest.

In my voice is that of a cherished old friend,

Dedicated to making the night a bit softer and cozier.

Let my words envelop you in a warm hug,

Creating the perfect atmosphere for the night ahead.

Tailor every detail to suit your current mood,

And know this is merely the framework for a great adventure.

Like a lucid dream,

You may change any aspect you desire,

And feel free to wander off into dreamland whenever sleep beckons.

Close your eyes,

And envision the crisp autumn breeze wafting through your bedroom,

Carrying the fragrant notes of fermenting apples,

Fallen leaves,

And wood smoke.

The cool night air is ideal for sleep,

Inspiring you to cuddle a bit more in the snugness of your bedding.

A faint rustle of leaves soothes you as your gaze turns inward,

And you focus on a few easy conscious breaths.

Let out a sigh,

And with this audible exhalation,

Embrace the freedom to be your authentic self In the sanctuary of your room and mind,

All the performative acts that come with your day fade into the night,

A night meant for dreaming and repose.

Inhale the cool air slowly through your nose,

As the sweet sugars of decaying leaves find you.

They carry the message that it is okay to slow down and settle in this time for transition.

You may yawn at the top of your breath,

Or go straight into another guilt-free sigh.

Wakefulness and sleep,

From a busy day to this gentle moment.

This time as you inhale,

Picture yourself among the plump apples that dangle from trees in an orchard,

Basking in the silver light of the hunter's moon.

Take in their aroma,

Feeling the misty night air on your face,

Perhaps yawn,

And then sigh once more.

As you connect with the nocturnal magic around you,

Enjoy one more round of conscious breathing.

At the pace that works for you,

Feel as your muscles soften.

Your face relaxes,

And your body sinks into the support of your bed.

As you exhale,

Welcome the dreamlike fluidity of this experience,

Where your thoughts may completely transform your moment.

For this is the world you always live and breathe in,

And in this relaxed state,

Feel your breath slow down as it returns to a natural rhythm.

You are now in the perfect state to journey to the heart of New England's autumn coziness.

In the charming New England region,

Where the whispering winds carry poignant tales of yesteryears,

Lies the Cider Mill Inn.

The centuries-old orchard and dairy farm has expanded over time.

It began as the dream of an immigrant and his young family who first settled in Boston,

Yet longed for quietude,

A place where they could build a community of farmers.

They carried a deep love of the land and soft hearts for animals,

Opening their farmhouse doors to guests long before the Cider Mill would become an inn.

And from one man's dream so long ago,

Generations of dreams were sparked and carried through time to bring you here.

Nestled among the foothills,

The sprawling landscape is adorned with scarlet-covered bridges.

Their centuries-old wooden walls retain the secrets of moonlit crossings and enchanting adventures.

From the moment you arrive,

You are taken in by the storybook charm of another era,

Harking back to a simpler time.

Quiet highways wind gracefully around dairy farms and apple orchards,

And it's not uncommon to encounter horses and tractors on the roads.

At times,

They are more abundant than cars.

Herds of Jersey and Holstein cows gather beneath the orange and scarlet clusters of autumn trees,

Their caramel brown and black and white coats enhanced by the sunlight that pours through the fiery canopy of leaves.

You wander the grounds of the Cider Mill Inn with a companion of your choice who walks by your side.

This could be someone real or imagined,

It could be a romantic love,

Or an enthusiastic child who helps heal your inner child.

This companion is the ideal person to accompany you on this charming day as the crisp autumn air nips at your nose.

The air is filled with the sweet perfume of fallen leaves that shuffle below and above your feet as you walk through the crunchy mosaic of yellow topaz,

Burnt sienna,

And amber.

The late afternoon sunlight bathes the surroundings in a golden hue casting a heavenly glow over the farm,

And a rich luster on the red barns and royal blue stables.

You arrive in the middle of the week,

A quieter time to visit,

As the harvest and self-picking season comes to an end,

And the crowds of leaf-peepers thin out.

It's a time when the world seems to slow,

A glimpse into the ultimate slowdown that comes with winter's frost.

You dress in comfortable boots and jeans,

Wearing a plush sweater beneath a lightweight jacket.

Layers are your friend,

As the temperatures vary,

Made even more fickle with the autumn winds that liberate the last leaves from the trees.

You follow a dirt path to the stable,

Lined with bales of hay,

Pumpkins,

And gourds,

As a flock of silky chickens scatters across the path.

The fluffy breed is known for being friendly and gentle.

A crop of feathers rises out of their heads like pompadours,

And their ears are as blue as Elvis' blue suede shoes.

Their tails fluff out like a pomeranian.

Their feathered pom-poms more downy than the clouds that grace the deep blue sky.

Two silkies stop before you and your companion,

One white and one black,

Eager to receive your pets and affection.

You run your fingers through their plumage,

Which flutters in the breeze,

And feel satiny to the touch.

The birds are known to be lap chickens,

And once the bravest two receive your love,

The rest of the flock gathers around your feet.

You smile and laugh as they rub their puffball bodies against your legs and hands.

Their murmurs are quiet,

But their sweet energy speaks volumes.

Your connection with them is so precious that you are in tune with the present moment and uplifting exchange of energy.

It's the first of many cuddly moments to come at the Cider Mill Inn.

You watch your companion slightly lose their balance,

Causing you both to laugh spontaneously as the silkies use the opportunity to climb atop you both.

You grab your companion's hand to help them up,

Focusing on how beautiful their face becomes with this moment of radiant joy cast in the golden sunlight.

You feel beautiful yourself,

Radiating with happiness and curiosity about what is in store as the afternoon wanes on.

As you step into the rustic warmth of the stables,

The smells of autumn are replaced by hay,

Leather,

And the earthy fragrance of horses.

Jasmine,

The daughter of the owner,

Tends to the horses,

And invites you to explore the stables.

The soft glow of lanterns casts a warm ambience,

Illuminating the spacious stalls where majestic horses stand,

Their gentle eyes reflecting a quiet intelligence that is interrupted by an impromptu neigh from a chestnut mare.

Jasmine invites you to become familiar with the horses,

Offering a brush to groom them as you become more acquainted.

The Cider Mill Inn sponsors a horse therapy program,

Carrying on with the rich traditions of the first owner,

Who believed in the healing powers of the bonds formed between humans and animals.

Among the equines,

One particular horse draws you in with an inexplicable connection.

An intuitive feeling indicates you are meant to cross paths in this very moment.

She is a magnificent creature,

With a coat that shimmers like burnished copper in the ambient light.

Her eyes,

Deep charcoal pools surrounded by thick black lashes,

Pour into you with intrigue.

As you approach,

You extend your hand,

Feeling the velvety softness of her muzzle against your palm.

The horse responds with a gentle knicker,

As if recognizing a kindred spirit.

You offer this mare,

Named Mabel,

A broken carrot from a pail.

She chews it with vigor,

And this moment deepens her sense of trust and the heartwarming connection you share.

Once finished,

She seems to invite you to nuzzle against her sleek,

Muscular neck.

You cuddle for a moment,

Your cheek resting against her silky mane.

Your gesture is met with a soft whinny of contentment.

The shared touch forges a silent understanding between you and this graceful companion.

As you realize that this is the horse to lead you through the orchards,

Jasmine assists your companion in boarding a silver mare with a snowy white tail and mane,

Named January.

You lead Mabel behind them,

Holding the reins as she proudly marches to the path.

You pause to slip your foot in the strap and hoist yourself up to mount the sturdy saddle.

The sun slips closer to the horizon,

Darkness arriving soon,

But you are ready to enjoy a tour of the grounds with your companion riding beside you.

The horses move with a rhythmic race,

Navigating the winding paths between apple-laden trees.

The earthy scent of fallen leaves and ripe fruit mingles in the air as the horses lead you on a journey through the golden-hued orchard.

With each step,

You can feel the horse's strength and gentleness as leaves crunch beneath its hooves.

You run your hand down her mane with an encouraging stroke and gently guide her toward a golden pond,

Flaming red,

Magenta,

And yellow leaves.

Reflect on the glassy water,

Dappled with lily pads.

You feel the last warmth of the sun on your face as you ride beneath the shade of the tree-lined path that winds through the forest and alongside a stream.

Every now and then,

You exchange a sweet glance with your companion,

And together,

You are lost in the beauty of autumn and the New England countryside.

Each orange light filters through the barren branches,

Nearly half the trees have lost their leaves,

But the others still showcase their most vibrant hues.

Trails of wood smoke squiggle through the golden sky,

And the landscape becomes a magical realm worthy of fairy tales and dream-weaving.

The bond between you and Maple deepens as your energies merge as she guides you back to the orchards,

And through a row of Fuji apple trees,

You imagine the orchard in its beginnings.

At a time when horses were part of daily living,

The vibrations of the saddle below you and gentle stomps on the damp earth where apples are scattered bring you back to the present,

Savoring all you can from this glorious autumnal scene,

Creating memories that will linger long after the ride ends.

The air becomes cooler,

And the sky erupts in shades of molten lava,

Gold,

Peach,

Fuchsia,

And lavender.

Lanterns and Edison lights,

Strung throughout the orchards,

Turn on,

Their light becoming more vital as the sunlight fades.

You and your companion exchange a knowing glance,

Ready to return to the stables.

When you arrive,

You find Jasmine sitting on a bale of hay,

Studying from a textbook while noshing on an apple.

She has two cups of hot cider waiting for you both.

Maple neighs and takes Jasmine out of her studious spell.

She slams the book closed and rises with a smile,

And the two cups of cider.

You and your companion come down from the horses,

And she exchanges the beverages for the reins.

You say goodbye to Maple,

Snuggling against her one more time before the horses settle in their stalls.

Jasmine senses the touch of melancholy you feel in saying goodbye,

And invites you to check out the goat pen before retiring to the inn.

You walk with your guest,

Sipping from the warm cups of cider as the sweet liquid soothes your throat.

The evening sky undergoes a breathtaking transformation as a sunset palette of warm oranges and pinks gradually gives way to a rich,

Velvety shade of blue,

And the wide sky above begins to twinkle with stars.

Guided by the soft glow of golden lanterns strung around a wooden pen,

You make your way to the goat enclosure.

The lanterns cast a warm and inviting light,

Illuminating bales of hay scattered across the pen.

The crisp night air carries the scent of hay and the playful bleats of the goats.

As you open the creaky wooden door into the pen,

The goats with their mischievous eyes and soft,

Fluffy coats welcome you with a crescendo of friendly bleats.

Your energy is contagious,

And you can't help but feel a sense of joy as they frolic and play in the pen.

You meet your companion's eyes and they laugh,

Following into the pen behind you.

The bales of hay become a playground,

And the goats with their agile leaps and gentle nudges invite you to join in their lively antics.

You take a seat on a bale,

As two miniature goats put their front hooves on your thigh and nuzzle against your chest with their warm,

Furry bodies.

As the hunter's moon rises,

Showering the farm in opal light,

You pet one of the most charismatic goats in the pen,

Who playfully spins around,

Dancing in the moonlight.

The goat then comes so close to you that you can feel her heartbeat under the canvas of the night sky.

You find solace and inspiration in the simplicity of this cuddly encounter.

The goats,

With their carefree spirit,

Remind you of the beauty of living in the now.

You say goodnight to your new friends,

And take the moonlit path back to the inn,

Locked arm in arm with your companion.

The Cider Mill Inn,

A stately saltbox farmhouse built in the 1700s,

Presents a picturesque facade,

With its white wooden exterior and symmetrical multi-paned windows.

The warm glow of lights spills from the windows,

Casting a welcome aura that beckons you inside.

The house is crowned by a wide brick chimney,

Rising proudly from the center of the gabled roof,

And it releases black plumes of wood smoke that aromatize the night air.

You open the door for your companion,

And follow behind,

Stepping into the rustic farmhouse,

With exposed wooden beams in the low ceilings that provide a sense of intimacy.

The warm air greets you,

With the fragrant aromas of cinnamon and baked apples,

Along with the savory notes of centuries-old recipes brought to life for your evening meal.

You follow a hallway that leads to the dining parlor.

The flickering glow of candles welcomes you into the heart of the home,

Where the central fireplace creates a warm glow on the antique tables with its honeyed light.

Many of the rooms are lit by the soft radiance of candles,

Their warm flames dancing in antique sconces on the walls.

The parlor is adorned with vintage tapestries,

An upright piano is in the corner near built-in bookshelves,

And two luxurious velvet sofas.

Three of the cafe tables are occupied by other guests,

Lost in the murmurs of their engaging conversations.

The owner of the inn welcomes you,

Guiding you both to one of the sofas.

It's a unique place to dine,

Allowing you and your beloved guest to sit close to one another and take in the room.

You sink into the velvety softness of the cushions,

As a multitude of farm-fresh,

Fall-inspired courses are arranged on the antique coffee table before you.

Each bite warms and satiates you,

Ushering in a sense of complacency and sleepiness.

The flickering firelight dances on the wooden beams overhead,

And you savor the rich flavors of the season.

Every bite,

A journey through time,

Warm waves of contentment wrap around you,

Tuned into the coziness and intimacy of the moment,

Reveling in the hominess of this unique experience.

The dining parlor becomes a haven of warmth and conviviality,

Carrying you back in time.

The crackling fire,

The scent of burning wood and flaky apple pastries,

And the vintage decor transport you with a timeless experience.

The cider mill inn reminds you how the simple pleasures of good food,

Good company,

And the crackling warmth of a fire can be completely transformative.

Waves of sleepiness wash over you,

With the circulating waves of heat from the fire,

And you rise with your guest,

Ready to return to your suite.

Walking down the dimly lit halls has a dreamy,

Cinematic quality.

Lush oil paintings depicting the orchard and farm through various eras capture the essence of time in brushstrokes,

And hang on the walls as if in a museum.

They showcase the evolution of the cider mill,

And how it became modern and sophisticated,

While retaining its rustic charm.

You ascend the narrow staircase to the bedroom suite,

Your feet feeling heavier with each step.

The double doors to your suite creak open,

Revealing a four-poster bed,

Bathed in the glow of a roaring fire.

The flames dance in the hearth,

Casting shadows that flicker across the walls,

Adorned with vibrant photos of apples,

The red barn,

And classy visitors in their finest clothes,

Posing in the 1950s near a tractor by the orchards.

You and your companion take turns preparing for bed in the ensuite,

As the warm water of the shower cascades over you.

As you stand in the ivory clawfoot tub,

Moonlight pours into the candlelit room,

Bathing with goat's milk soap,

Made at the farm.

Your skin becomes soft and smooth,

And the aroma of French vanilla fills the air.

Hands clean,

You change into flannel pajamas,

And join your companion in the bedroom.

You replay the highlights of the day in quiet conversation,

As the heady feeling of sleepiness arrives.

You embrace one another to say goodnight,

Feeling a wave of comfort and love that regulates your nervous system and conjures a sigh.

The tactile experiences of the day come back to you,

Ushering in a sense of safety and peace.

They foster a deep feeling of love and connection.

You settle into the plush mattress,

Beneath the weight of a jewel-toned patchwork quilt.

The room is filled with the soothing crackle of the fire,

A lullaby that serenades you into the realm of dreams.

In your mind's eye,

You relive the cuddly moments of the day,

As you nestle into the embrace of the quilt.

Its heaviness pacifies you,

And with each moment,

To your very surprise,

You become even more cozy and relaxed.

So grateful for the warmth of the room,

As the New England night air brings the promise of a morning frost,

As the flames consume the wood and transform into glowing embers.

You drift into the serene embrace of dreams,

Led by the soft moments shared with the animals on the farm,

And your beloved companion,

A deep sense of security and appreciation,

Carries you across the bridge to slumber.

Surrendering,

Letting go,

Finding bliss,

Finding comfort,

Finding sleep,

It's time to dream away.

Reviews

Thank you, Michelle🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻When this sleep story popped up on my screen last night, I realized it was new for me. It has accompanied me throughout the night. Loved the experiences with varies animals, the lovely horse connection, ride through the orchard and forest, fun with the goats in the pen, the mysterious evening meal on the velvet sofa, the gliding into sleep with the sound of fire in the hearth…what a wonderful night! 🙏🏻🌟😴🌟😴🌟🙏🏻

Fabulous bedtime story as always Michelle! Made me think of the times we took our children to apple orchards to pick. Fond memories! Fell asleep quickly and feel rested this morning. Definitely will repeat! 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Once again you proven your skill in storytelling. Be blessed in love

Another wonderful, relaxing & descriptive story. I love the vivid description of the chickens & felt like I was there with, Maple, the horse. Animals are therapy. I did therapy dog work for over 30 years. Thank you, Michelle. Your stories are the best.