Music Welcome to snoozecast. The podcast is designed to help you fall asleep. Find us at snoozecast.com and if you enjoy our show, please share us with a friend. This episode is brought to you by Vats of Honey. Tonight we'll read a newscast original story about a family who is visited by the fairy, Luminastra, Slombornia, who gives the gift of peaceful sleep. Like Luminastra, all fairies are a type of mythical being, a form of spirit, often with metaphysical, supernatural, or pre-tornatural qualities. Let's define those three common fairy qualities. The system of metaphysics is a philosophical branch dealing with the first principles of things. This includes abstract concepts such as being, knowing, substance, cause, identity, time, and space. And whereas a supernatural force is one that is beyond scientific understanding, or the laws of nature, a preternatural force is one by which is simply beyond what is normal or natural. An example would be to say that autumn

arrived with preternatural speed.

Let's get cozy.

Close your eyes.

Relax your eyes.

Relax your body into the softness of your bed. Now, take a few deep breaths. In the heart of a bustling city, where tall buildings reach towards the sky and the twinkle of street lights mirror the stars. The Bernzen family lived in a little eighth floor apartment. As the late winter sun dipped below the horizon, the city-scape shifted and transformed. Long shadows were cast, bathing the surroundings, and hues of warm gold, and deepening blue. Inside the cozy apartment, Mr. and Mrs. Bernson, with their almost three-year-old daughter, Sylvie June, were in the midst of transforming what was once Mrs. Berncine's home office into a nursery in anticipation of the arrival of Baby Henry. The steam radiators rattled as the parents endeavored to assemble their fancy, new robotic crib. Its promise of soothing a newborn back to sleep with gentle rocking motions gave hope to Mrs. Bernson. She looked forward to having her new babe, but not so much the lack of sleep. The crib's pieces lay scattered on the floor like a puzzle, waiting to be deciphered. Meanwhile, Sylvie June danced around the room with frenetic excitement. Mrs. Bernson, eight months pregnant, embraced the task with steady focus, but also some weariness that any amount of exertion can cause during that final trimester. the the sun dipped lower, casting a warm glow through the windows. Mrs. Bernson sat back heavily into her old computer chair. The weight of anticipation, heavy in the air. The room adorned with pastel colored walls and with soft stuffed animals began to take shape as a sweet nursery. The swivel chair beneath Mrs. Bernson allowed her a moment, and she indulged in a slow spin a few times. Her swollen feet sticking straight out. In the midst of the assembly, Sylvie June discovered a circular piece of the crib. With a gleam in her eyes, she placed it on her head with pride, declaring it her magic fairy crown. She giggled with glee. As the swivel chair came to a gentle stop, Mrs. Bernson looked around at the transformation taking place in the room. Sylvie June crowned still balanced on top of her golden curls twirled happily, and the robotic crib awaited completion. The city outside was now illuminated by the lights of the night and inside the little room on the 8th floor.

The promise of countless bedtime stories and lullabies was beginning to come into fruition. After dinner and Sylvie June's bath time, the Burns and Parents commenced their daughters bedtime ritual, which had been started by Mrs. Burns and not long after Sylvie June arrived. Cloud and fleece pajamas adorned with a unicorn leaping over a rainbow. They read a picture book together before Mr. Burnsson placed his daughter into her crib. It was an inexpensive portable crib, commonly referred to as a pack and play. In it was a crib mattress and her motley crew of stuffed animals. The room was now dimly lit, as the birdsons tidied up and sang the same lullaby they had been singing every night, even when Sylvie June was still in her mother's belly. Nestled in her familiar space, Sylvie Wukim drowsowsy as she sucked on her thumb and curled up. Despite how fast she was growing, the girl slept soundly within the familiar, if rickety confines of her little bed. His Mr. and Mrs. Bernson turned off the lights, closed the curtains and left the room, a quiet pause hung in the air. Mr. Bernson, casting a last glance at the back-and-play crib, thought of the contrast between the sleeping arrangements of these soon-to-be siblings. Closing the door softly behind him, Mr. Bernsin murmured to his wife. I can't help but compare. Sylvie and what was supposed to be a travel play pen, and Henry will be in a space-age robot baby bed. Sylvie, unaware of her father's musings, drifted into the realms of dreams within the familiar embrace of her crib in a dark, hushed room. As the night unfolded, and the city outside settled down to a gentle hum, Mr. and Mrs. Bernson prepared for their own bedtime routine. soft soft glow of lamp light bathed their bedroom, casting a serene ambiance, as Mrs. Branson took out her earrings and loosened her hair. This is Burntson noticed what sounded like rustling from the walk-in closet. This was odd because she knew that Mr. Bernson was in the kitchen, making his nightly mug of tea. As she stared, she noticed a soft glow emanating from behind the closet door. Then the door slowly opened on its own, and a magical being surrounded by a flurry of pale sparkles floated out of the closet on her twinkling feet. In one of her tiny hands, she lightly held

a glittering wand which apparently dispersed her cloud of sparkles around her as she She swayed it back and forth in a slow rhythmic wave.

Long, lilac blonde hair was swept up in a swirl atop her head. While an ornate hat box tied in a pink satin sash was hung across her shoulder. Mrs. Bernson's senses were overwhelmed by the sight before her. She was frozen and speechless. Just then, Mr. Bernsons entered the room with his mug of tea, only to be greeted by the mesmerizing sight of this fairy creature waving her wand. Startled, he dropped his tea, the liquid spilling onto the carpeted floor, forming a small pool at his feet with a soft musical voice. an astroslam Bornea, introduced herself with a soft musical voice. Luminastra Slombornia introduced herself with a smile and a courtesy.

She said she was a sleep fairy and bore a gift for the parents of Sylvie June,

a magical sleep crown, carefully cradled in the box, awaited its unveiling. Gratitude and amazement filled the room, as the parents received the unexpected gift. However, confusion lingered in Mrs. Bernson's eyes, as she stammered that Sylvie slupt well already. Luminastra, wise to the future, revealed the unseen challenges that awaited. The sleep crown, she explained, was to be hidden for safe keeping. until the time when Sylvie would need its protective magic. The fairy clarified that the crown, and visible to the child's eyes, would be felt rather than seen, ensuring only pleasant dreams. Luminastra, with a graceful float walk, returned to the closet, closing the door behind her and disappearing from sight. Mrs. Bernson was left holding the magical crown on the velvet cushion, a tangible token of Luminashtra's visit, and the enchanting journey that Leia had. time marched forward. So did the rhythms of the Berns-en-Family. Maybe Henry, a bundle of giggles, cries, and tiny fingers, interred their lives. The robotic crib became a futuristic fixture in the household for several months. Yet, the elusive 1.25 hours of extra sleep that were promised now seemed like a dubious claim. Now the parents faced the next adaptation. Sylvie June, now out growing her back and play crib, was ready for a big girl bed. The transition, marked by the installation of a bumper for added reassurance, held the promise of newfound independence. The initial night in her big girl bed unfolded seamlessly, Sylvie drifting into dreams without a hint of reluctance. However, the novelty wore thin, unveiling a series of bedtime challenges. Procrastination, elaborate rituals, and bedtime stories extended into lengthy affairs, making the one smooth bedtime routine a labyrinth of demands. night after night, Sylvie's resistance escalated. She bounced out of her bed as soon as the lights dimmed. A nightly routine that tested the parents' patience. Concessions ensued. The bedroom door remained a jar. The closet light stayed on, and the bedroom light lingered, but none proved to be the remedy. In a cascade of minor issues, Sylvie began showing up in her parents' bedroom, each night bringing a new reason to disrupt the tranquility. More water in the bottle, inquiries about the color of polar bears, and fears of something lurking became the nightly litny that stirred the once peaceful household. Weeks wore on, prompting further concessions. Sylvie, abandoning her big girl bed altogether, found solace on the living room couch now. Desperation led to the introduction of a toddler-sized mattress on the floor of the parents' room. A compromise that hinged on the condition of not waking them up. The toddler-sized mattress, hidden during the day under the parent's bed, and pulled out to lie at the foot of the bed at night, marked the culmination of the nightly battles. Sylvie, now cocooned in the safety of her parents' room, sought refuge from the uncertainties in the shadows of her big girl bed. the Burnson family, navigating the ebb and flow of sleep routines, grappled with the delicate dance between independence and reassurance. The toddler-sized floor mattress offered all three family members a little more sleep as the family continued to adapt to the evolving landscape of the ever-changing needs of their little ones. In the quiet recesses of memory Mrs. Bernson stirred with a sudden recollection. The sleep-ground, a gift from Luminashdress Lombornia lay hidden in the closet. How could such an unusual event slip from their minds? The memory was a dreamlike haze that left Mrs. Bernson questioning its reality. Doubt lingered as she carried a stool into the closet. Peering into the shadows, only to find the sleep-crown sparkling in its secret sanctuary on a high shelf. With a renewed sense of purpose, the parents embarked on a mission to reintroduce the enchanting gift into their nightly routine. As they put their children to bed, starting with the easy slumber of baby Henry, who now peacefully occupied the back and play, and then Sylvie, who anticipated her usual spot on the living room couch, Mrs. Burns and emerged with the invisible sleep-ground in her hands, cradled on the invisible sleep pillow. the living room, the parents taking taking turns, unraveling the tale of Luminashra's visit and the magic bestowed upon Sylvie, a cascade of questions poured forth from Sylvie's wonder-filmed gaze. What did she look like? What were her favorite colors? Can I make other things invisible too? Does she know any other fairies? Then Mr. Bernson lifted the sleep crown, placing it with pride on Sylvie's head. A quizzical look filled her eyes as she reached to touch it, finding nothing tangible. Smiling her father explained,

Oh, we forgot to mention,

you aren't able to take it off yourself.

Luminastra says that the crown will just dissolve away as the sun rises,

and it will appear on this velvet cushion the next evening for fresh use again. With a gentle kiss and the room bathed in darkness, the parents left the door ajar and went about their evening routines. Disapp loomed as they expected to find their little imp standing wide awake behind them. Mrs. Burnson even checked the video baby monitor. Confirming Sylvie June was indeed a immersed in miraculous slumber. Night after night, the sleep crown wove its charm. The once-to-multuous bedtime routine transformed into a tranquil affair. In the quietude of bedtime, the birds and family found solace in the enchanting gift that bridged the realms of dreams and reality. time. Sylvie June grew from a curious three-year-old into a confident four-year-old. The bedtime struggles that once plagued the family seemed to dissipate as if they had never been there at all. Unexpectedly, one evening, Sylvie diverted from her regular bedtime routine. Instead of requesting the sleep-ground, she requested, inexplicably, some honey to share with her stuffed animal crew. Of course, her quizzical parents complied by providing their daughter with copious amounts of imaginary honey. To her and her cherished court of stuffies. Kiggy, the kitty cat, uni, the white unicorn, and fluff, the round pink ball. For many nights after that, Mr. and Mrs. Bernson conjured imaginary pots of honey for Sylvie June and her friends.

The sleep-ground, a silent observer, rested on the nightstand, where Mrs. Bernson had carefully placed it. Over time, honey pots became honey vats that were scooped, poured, and playfully dumped over the bed, a sweet deluge that enveloped the room. Coinciding with this new bedtime routine, Henry, the baby brother, began developing a new habit. Crys erupted when it was time to settle into his crib. The once happy moments of joining his stuffed animals in the little world of his crib.

Now gave way to tears. Perhaps he could hear the honey party happening in the next room and felt left out. One evening, as bedtime approached, Sully June approached her mother with a request. Could she share the sleep crown with little Henry? Mrs. Bernstin embracing the idea, invited Sylvie to do the honors, and place the crown on her little brother's head. A journey to her parents' closet ensued, with Sylvie trailing her mother. The stool was summoned to reach the tall back shelf.

Where the... with Sylvie trailing her mother. A stool was summoned to reach the tall back shelf, where the velvet cushion cradled, the invisible crown. As Mrs. Bernson carefully retrieved the gift, Sylvie held her breath in anticipation and reverence. Now that she had grown into the giver, she could finally see the ground in all its glory. the cushion in both of her hands and staring intently at the crown as she carefully walked. Sylvie approached her baby brother's room, where he stood, standing up in his hand me down back in play crib. He would now be heir to the enchantment that had once graced her own nights. The invisible crown placed with tenderness, rested upon and raised The boy trying to feel for it with his hands, and he tried to peer at it with his eyes, stretching upwards. But in the end, he curled up amongst his stuffed animal friends.

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