Through The Witch's Window: An Enchanted Sleep Story

Step through the magical doors of the Haven Shoppe and journey with the sister witches, Jadis and Aurora, as they reveal a special window that opens to cherished memories and gentle magic. This soothing tale invites you to reconnect with your inner light and find comfort in a place that feels like home—always just a window away.

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Step through the magical doors of the Haven Shop,

And journey with the Sister Witches,

Jadis and Aurora,

As they reveal a special window that opens to cherished memories and gentle magic.

This soothing tale invites you to reconnect with your inner light,

And find comfort in a place that feels like home,

Always just a window away.

The Haven Shop is a fantasy bedtime story series that will reconnect you with your inner magic.

As you dwell in the sacred space between waking and sleep.

My name is Andrea,

And I am deeply honored to be part of your sacred bedtime ritual.

As you settle in to listen,

Let's begin by finding a comfortable position,

Either lying down or sitting in a way that feels restful and supported.

Take a slow,

Deep breath in,

And gently let it out.

Now,

Bring your attention to the top of your head.

Notice any tension there,

And imagine it softening,

Like warm candlelight.

Slowly,

Let your awareness travel downward,

Across your forehead,

Your cheeks,

Your jaw,

Softening and releasing with each breath.

Allow that gentle warmth to spread down your neck and shoulders,

Melting away the day's weight.

Feel it flow down your arms,

To your hands and fingertips,

Soft and calm.

Notice your chest,

Rising and falling with each breath,

Steady and peaceful.

Let the warmth move down your back,

Your hips,

Into your legs,

And all the way down to your feet and toes.

With your whole body now wrapped in comfort and ease,

Know that tonight is yours.

To receive the cozy peace you deserve.

From here on,

The only thing you need to do is relax,

And enjoy tonight's story.

It's been some time since your last visit to the Haven Shop.

As you step through its familiar doors,

A wave of warmth greets you,

Like a beloved memory returning to life.

Candlelight casts a golden glow across the shelves,

And the soft scent of herbs wraps around you like a favorite blanket.

For a moment,

You simply stand there,

Letting it all wash over you.

This place feels like home.

Echoes of your past adventures drift through the air.

Jadus' laughter,

Aurora's quiet wisdom,

The shimmer of unseen magic.

The memories remain,

But time has gently blurred their edges,

Like a dream slipping into the space between waking and sleep.

Lately,

You've been aching to reconnect with something gentle,

Wise,

And true.

Life has a way of sweeping you along,

And though your heart knows its way here,

Your feet don't always follow.

But today,

The timing is right.

The shop feels it too.

It has a way of offering just what your spirit has been craving,

Even before you know to ask.

Drawn deeper into the apothecary,

You step lightly across the creaking floorboards,

As familiar sounds welcome you back.

The murmur of soft conversation,

The clink of glass bottles,

The rustle of parchment.

They rise and fall like a lullaby.

The soothing scent of dried lavender hangs in the air,

Calming your breath,

And gently unraveling the tension you didn't even realize you'd been carrying.

The shop is alive with its usual visitors,

Yet somehow it never feels crowded or chaotic.

Time moves differently here,

And no matter how busy the space becomes,

Jadus and Aurora always notice when you arrive.

Aurora's face brightens the moment she sees you.

Her smile is radiant,

And in an instant,

Every trace of the outside world begins to melt away.

Welcome back,

My friend,

She says.

Come,

We have something special to show you today.

Her shoulders lift with excitement as she clasps her hands together,

Unable to hide her delight.

The air grows thick with magic as you follow her deeper into the shop,

Each corner glowing with quiet enchantment.

Shelves brim with jars of glittering powders,

Fragrant oils,

And trinkets that seem to hum with a life of their own.

As you pass the counter,

Leila the black cat stretches luxuriously and hops down from her perch.

She pads silently across the floor to greet you with an affectionate purr before settling into a poised watch at the shop's entrance.

Keep an eye on things,

Won't you,

Leila?

Aurora calls over her shoulder.

The cat flicks her tail in reply,

Already assuming her post.

Your curiosity grows as the healing witch leads you through the library room and toward the staircase tucked near the back of the shop.

You know it leads to their private quarters.

The wooden steps creak beneath your feet,

Each one familiar and comforting.

The air changes subtly as you climb,

Less of the herb-laced atmosphere from below and more the quiet scent of home,

Like fresh linen,

Worn wood,

And a hint of something warm and nostalgic,

Like cinnamon tucked into a drawer long ago.

At the top of the stairs,

Aurora stops in front of the wooden door,

Etched in swirling symbols.

The delicate patterns shimmer faintly in the light,

Protective and inviting,

As if the door recognizes you.

We keep our most cherished things up here,

She says,

Her voice low and warm as she turns the handle.

Golden light spills into the hall as the door swings open.

Inside,

The room glows with a cozy,

Cheerful warmth.

Soft cushions are scattered beside tidy stacks of books,

And dried herbs hang from the beams in fragrant little bundles.

A large window spans one wall,

Offering a view of the garden below.

Jadis is already inside,

Seated comfortably near the window.

The nature witch's presence is as grounding as ever,

And when she looks up,

She greets you by name.

Her hazel eyes sparkle with mischief.

A familiar twinkle that tells you something magical is about to unfold.

Come in,

She says,

Padding the space beside her on the comfortable chase.

We've been meaning to share something with you,

And had a feeling today might be the day.

You join her on the plush lounger,

Feeling the magic that fills the room.

Aurora moves toward the window,

Just a simple pane of glass framed in dark wood.

The garden beyond looks peaceful,

The trees swaying gently in the breeze.

But you feel something shift in the air,

As if the window is waiting for the right moment to reveal its secrets.

This is no ordinary window,

Aurora says,

Slipping into her formal teaching voice,

The one she reserves for explaining the properties of moon water,

Or the dangers of improperly stored pixie dust.

When it opens,

It shows you a cherished memory.

Jadis doesn't say anything right away,

But there's a twinkle in her eye as she leans back in her chair,

Letting Aurora have her moment.

With great care,

Aurora reaches up and pulls the window open.

The view outside wavers for a moment,

The air shimmering as if laced with stardust.

Just then,

Rex flutters down with a bit of a clumsy landing,

Talons skittering slightly on the sill.

He gives a soft caw of satisfaction,

Fluffs his feathers,

And peers out the window,

As if he knows a bit of magic is on its way.

Slowly,

The familiar garden fades,

Replaced by a golden afternoon from another time.

The faint clink of teacups and the soft rustle of fabric drift through the room.

You see yourself,

Seated at the iron table beneath the great oak tree,

Sipping tea with the sister witches.

Patchwork quilts are draped across your laps,

And the sun's warmth soaks into the fabric,

Cozy and comforting.

It's a little strange,

Seeing yourself from the outside.

You look peaceful,

Content,

Even glowing,

Better than you give yourself credit for most days.

You make a quiet promise to be kinder to yourself the next time you catch your own reflection.

Do you remember this day?

Jadus's voice echoes gently in the memory.

The day you learned the secrets of the quilt of shadows.

The air feels soft,

And as you watch,

You remember the quiet excitement that filled you when the sisters first began to share the quilt's magic.

How it held stories,

How it could reveal the hidden truths and wisdom encapsulated in each square over time.

The memory wraps around you,

And for a moment,

It's as if you're sitting there again,

Feeling the calm of the garden,

The comfort of the quilt,

And the gentle guidance of the witches as they shared their wisdom.

The scene in the window feels so vivid,

You can almost taste the tea on your tongue,

And feel the soft weight of the quilt across your knees.

You watch yourself laugh with Jadus and Aurora,

The easy,

Trusting kind of laughter that only comes from true friendship.

Their voices echo softly,

Reminding you how each thread of the quilt was stitched with powerful magic.

The lessons you learned that day about your own strength and determination rise within you once more,

Clear,

Bright,

And alive.

Slowly,

The memory in the window begins to blur,

The golden light softening into a haze.

The sounds of the garden fade,

Like the last notes of a lullaby.

Drifting into silence.

Then,

All on its own,

The window stirs again.

The mist on the glass curls and shifts once more,

And a new scene comes into view.

A room filled with warm sunlight,

And the smell of fresh herbs and sweetbreads.

You recognize it immediately,

The solarium of the Haven Shoppe,

Its wide windows stretching up to the sky,

Spilling warmth across the tiled floor.

There you are again,

Working alongside friends and neighbors,

To carefully arrange a collection of wicker baskets.

They are filled to the brim with the rich harvest from the Shoppe's gardens.

Plump tomatoes,

Fragrant lavender bundles,

Jars of amber honey glistening in the sunlight.

Nestled among the harvest are small handmade treasures,

Knitted scarves,

Candles wrapped in paper,

And jams of all flavors.

Jadis and Aurora are beside you,

Teaching you how to wield the magic you inherited for the day.

That was a special day,

Aurora murmurs,

Watching the scene unfold with a fond smile.

The first time you used magic without even thinking about it.

And the baskets you helped prepare,

Jadis adds,

Her voice soft and proud.

They made their way into the hands of those who were truly grateful.

You see yourself laughing in delight as the final bow ties itself with a gentle flick of your magic.

A warmth unfurls in your chest,

A deep sense of belonging,

As if you've always been part of something greater,

Something benevolent and wise,

Quietly working for good in the world.

Gradually,

The happy memory dissolves,

The golden glow retreating into the soft twilight of the world outside,

The window once more ordinary and still.

But before you can feel a pang of loss,

Jadis reaches into a small drawer built into the window frame and pulls out something tiny and bright,

A little charm shaped like a window,

No bigger than a silver coin.

She presses it into your hand,

And you can feel the warmth of an active enchantment.

Stir beneath your skin.

Whenever you need to reconnect with your inner magic,

Just place the charm on a windowsill.

When you open that window,

You'll see the Haven Shop,

And us,

Here to guide you.

Aurora leans into,

Her eyes bright.

No matter where you go,

You'll always have a way back here.

You curl your fingers around the charm,

Feeling its quiet pulse of magic,

Steady and sure.

When it's time to leave,

Jadis and Aurora walk you back downstairs,

Their presence steady and warm.

You step carefully past the displays of gleaming bottles and softly glowing stones,

The faint scents of lavender and sage trailing behind you.

At the door,

Aurora squeezes your hand gently,

Giving you a final reminder.

When you get home,

Place the charm on any windowsill,

Doesn't matter which one.

The window will know,

Jadis adds with a wink.

With your heart full,

And the little charm safe in your pocket,

You step out into the cool,

Quiet evening.

The Haven Shop's windows glow softly behind you as you walk away,

And though the distance between you grows with every step,

You feel a new closeness blossoming inside you,

One that no space could ever diminish.

Later,

At home,

You find yourself standing before your bedroom window,

The world outside is quiet,

The sky has deepened into velvety twilight.

You take the charm from your pocket and gently place it on the windowsill.

For a heartbeat,

Nothing happens.

Then,

The glass of the window begins to shimmer,

Like a pond,

Rippling in a soft breeze.

The view begins to change,

And there,

Framed perfectly in your own window,

Is the Haven Shop.

Its familiar wooden door stands slightly ajar,

And warm light glows from its oversized bay window,

Casting a soft,

Golden shimmer that flickers like candlelight.

A gentle breeze carries the scent of lavender from the pots outside.

You close your eyes for a moment,

And breathe it in,

Letting the feelings settle deep in your chest.

When you open them again,

You spot a soft flutter of wings.

Rex,

The white raven,

Lands with a clumsy hop atop the wooden shop sign,

Ruffling his feathers and peering in your direction,

As if he knows you're there.

Down below,

Layla is curled up in the windowsill,

Her paws tucked beneath her chest,

Eyes half-closed in a peaceful doze.

Inside,

You glimpse Jadis and Aurora,

Gracefully moving through the quiet shop,

Tending to the last of their customers,

And putting away their magical wares for the night.

All is calm.

All is well.

You settle in by your own window,

Pulling a cozy blanket around your shoulders,

And watch the gentle stillness of the Haven Shop.

It feels like you never left.

The hush of the night deepens around you.

The glow of the shop lingers in your heart,

Soothing and comforting.

As your eyes begin to drift,

And your breath grows slow and steady,

You carry this truth into your dreams.

The Haven Shop,

And the Sister Witches who call it home,

Will always be just a window away.

Good night.

Reviews

Thank you, my dear ones🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻A great reminder that magic is only “a window away”, and my perspective - another word for window?! - defines whatever magic I will experience🙏🏻🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🙏🏻

Another great story from the heart ❤️ Thank you for sharing it with me today.
I just remembered reading in my youth about another witch queen called jadis who was most unpleasant and ruled with fear. I am glad to say that this sister witch is to be admired and loved for her warmth and kindness. I am grateful to hear both of their insights kindness and wisdom.
Namaste 🙏 ❤️