Welcome to this sleep story.
You stand at the window right where you are in this very room.
It feels like it's the best place that you can be.
How can this be the best place we can be?
Says your mind.
There are plenty of other places we could go.
You smile gently knowing that there is no peace of mind in your mind.
You decide to gently use this affirmation here,
Now,
So as to reconnect you with that feeling from just a moment ago.
There is no peace of mind in my mind.
I choose to step out of my mind and into this experience that unfolds around me.
You cultivate that feeling once more in the experience of recognizing that peace takes place outside of your thoughts.
And so the chatter of your mind fades into the background as the magic of this room unfolds around you.
The floor is of a creamy varnished light wood with a large Persian rug in front of the orange glow from the cinders within the fireplace.
Once again,
This really feels like it is the best place that you can be.
Every direction you look in brings on a sense of peacefulness,
A sense of presence.
It's as though this moment was made for you.
The large marble mantelpiece appears to proudly surround the fire,
Affirming the splendor that it is standing for.
The fire emanates a perfect wave of warmth as well as a mesmerizing interchangeable orange glow.
The cactus on the windowsill,
Albeit tiny,
No bigger than a golf ball,
Also seems to call out to you.
It is nestled in its miniature pot,
Doing nothing,
Simply being.
What is simply being?
Ponders your mind as you do nothing but open up to everything at the same time.
An overwhelming sense of relaxation is with you as you experience yourself coming deeper and deeper into the now.
As you experience yourself doing nothing and being aware of everything.
Is it you or these very surroundings that are gently hypnotizing you into this deep sense of relaxation and presence,
This sense of well-being,
This sense of ease?
And so it is.
Your timing is absolutely perfect for noticing the gentle pitter-patter of the rain in the very moment that it starts.
A chorus of pitter-patter as each individual sound of each individual raindrop gently strikes against the window.
It's mesmerizing.
You love this experience,
Narrowing your concentration to focus solely upon this sound.
You love using your awareness like this.
It's like a spotlight as you focus in upon something,
A sight,
A sound,
A sense of touch,
Taste or smell.
It's as though your attention is like a spotlight that zooms in,
Attuning itself more and more with this quality of connection.
You do the same again,
Right here,
Right now,
Right now,
With the rain on the window.
It's so simple and yet so profound at the same time.
The more you come to know this experience,
The more you notice something coming up from deep within you.
There is a subtle sense of joy within you.
Joy,
The joy of being.
It's mesmerizing,
Simply mesmerizing.
Your attention shifts but only slightly as you continue to get lost or found in the slow movement of the raindrops,
Some of which are delicately collecting together.
It only takes about two or three of these smaller drops to form a slightly larger drop,
A larger drop that,
Once formed,
Gently trickles down the windowpane and gathers at the bottom,
Creating the tiniest of rivers that lead to wherever they lead.
Where do they lead,
Says your mind.
There's something magic up there,
Right up there,
I mean.
You can go there,
You can float up there,
You can go there now if you like.
All it takes is the power of gentle imagination.
Up there,
It's spacious and kind.
That's the only way that I can describe it.
All is well in this kind,
Loving,
And spacious place.
There is a wisdom that will surround you.
It goes beyond any words.
You are healing in this gentle.
I feel content.
It feels like I'm floating.
I'm floating.
I'm healing at one with this kind,
Loving,
And spacious place.
Moving deeper into the realm of imagination.
Moving into the realm where all things good.
My sleepy adventure,
My sleepy adventure.
Does it mean drift off into a dream?
This space is here for me.
I'm here for me.
Space have been,
Space will be.
My body heals in the softness of this moment.
My body is nourished in the softness of this moment.
My body is restored in the softness of this moment.
Nothing else matters this time.
Relaxation.
It's time for deep,
Restorative sleep from the depth of my core.
I know this to be true.
I'm connected to the comfort that surrounds me.
I am connected to the stillness within me as well.
In this kind,
Loving,
And spacious place.
Moving deeper into the realm of imagination.
Moving into the realm where all things good are possible.
My sleepy adventure.
Does it Does it mean I drift off into a dream?
