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0:01
Welcome to bedtime
0:03
stories for grown ups
0:07
in which nothing much
0:09
happens, you feel
0:11
good, and then you fall
0:13
asleep. I'm
0:16
Catherine Nikolay. I
0:19
write and read every story
0:21
you hear on Nothing Much Happens
0:25
Audio Engineering is by Bob
0:27
Wittersheim.
0:30
If you love these stories, there
0:33
is a whole world waiting for you in
0:35
my book, also called
0:38
Nothing Much Happens. See
0:41
the Busy Bakery on a Saturday
0:43
morning, make the sandwiches
0:46
we eat at the allotment, and
0:48
read sixteen news stories that
0:51
will never be on the podcast. It's
0:54
available all over the world, and
0:57
you can learn more at Nothing Much Happens
1:00
dot com. Let
1:03
me say something about how to
1:05
use this podcast. I'm
1:09
going to tell you a story to
1:11
help you relax and drop
1:13
off into sleep. I'll
1:16
tell it twice, and I'll
1:18
go a little bit slower the second time
1:20
through. The
1:23
story is like a landing pad
1:26
for your mind, a soft
1:28
place for it to rest. If
1:32
you find yourself still awake at the
1:34
end of the first or the second
1:36
telling, don't worry. That's
1:40
a good rule of thumb in general. When
1:42
you're trying to fall asleep, don't
1:45
worry, relax, take
1:49
your mind back to the beginning of the story
1:52
and walk yourself through the details
1:55
that you remember, especially
1:57
any bit that felt particularly
2:00
cozy. You're
2:02
training your brain and body
2:05
to wind down, and the
2:07
more often you do it, the
2:09
faster you will fall asleep. So
2:12
have a bit of patience at the beginning. Now
2:16
it's time to turn off the light, put
2:20
away whatever you were working on or
2:22
playing with, and
2:25
snuggle yourself down into the most
2:27
comfortable position you can find.
2:32
You might have an ideal sleep
2:34
position that's tried and true,
2:38
get into it. All
2:41
of this helps to signal to your brain
2:44
that it's time to close up shop.
2:48
Let's take a slow breath in
2:50
through the nose, the
2:54
soft sigh out of the mouth. One
3:00
more like that, in and
3:06
out. Good.
3:13
Our story tonight is called A
3:16
Block from Home, and it's
3:18
a story about the feeling of coming
3:20
home after a long day and
3:23
finding a quiet place to rest. It's
3:28
also about the feeling of being on
3:30
your own time and
3:32
having the space to do something or
3:35
to do nothing at all. A
3:39
block from Home it
3:44
had been raining since the night before,
3:47
when there were puddles in the street. The
3:52
sky was gray and low. It
3:56
was a September afternoon, and
3:59
it was cool and with a
4:01
breeze that smelled like autumn. I'd
4:07
stopped to block away from my house
4:10
under the yawning of a green grocer,
4:13
and pulled the collar of my raincoat
4:16
a bit higher against my cheek. The
4:21
smell of pears made
4:23
me turn my head away from the
4:25
window of the coffee shop on the
4:27
next corner, where
4:30
I had been watching a few people sipping
4:32
from cups and reading
4:35
newspapers or talking
4:37
with friends. The
4:41
pears were small and green,
4:44
but a little soft, with a
4:46
bruise or two that showed they
4:48
were ready to be eaten. I
4:52
asked for two, and
4:54
also for some almonds that the grocer
4:57
twisted into a piece of brown paper
4:59
for me. After
5:03
I tucked my treats into the
5:05
pocket of my raincoat, I
5:08
drew my hood back up over
5:10
my head and
5:12
crossed the street. I
5:16
was almost home. The
5:20
row of brown stones stood
5:23
shoulder to shoulder. They
5:26
were all the same building, really, just
5:28
repeated over and over,
5:32
and with a few differences in the facades.
5:37
Some had courtyards, some
5:40
had gardens and gates, and
5:44
some had old trees growing
5:46
up through the cracked pavements. All
5:51
of them had wide steps
5:54
and stoops, though
5:56
no one was sitting out on them on a
5:58
day like to day. Mine
6:02
had a tall, wrought iron gate
6:04
and fence that
6:06
closed off my slightly overgrown
6:09
garden from the street. I
6:13
stopped at the gate and looked
6:15
for a moment up and down
6:18
the street. There
6:21
were a few others making
6:23
their way through the rain with
6:27
heads down or tucked into umbrellas.
6:32
My gate has just one key,
6:35
and it was in the house. That
6:39
was how I liked it. I
6:41
didn't need a key.
6:44
I reached up for the heavy gate handle.
6:48
I let my thumb brush across
6:50
a tiny print reader that
6:53
was programmed only to my
6:55
thumb print. No
6:59
one could follow me in here. It
7:03
took less than a second. I
7:06
heard a tiny click in the
7:08
lock mechanism
7:11
and pulled the gate open. It
7:15
locked smoothly behind me, and
7:19
I hurried through the garden and
7:21
up to my front door. I'd
7:25
had enough of the rain. My
7:28
front door worked in much the
7:30
same way as my gate, but
7:34
required a full palm print to
7:36
open. I
7:39
wrapped my hand around the knob and
7:42
it unlocked, and
7:45
I stepped in. I
7:49
sighed, I
7:58
had always enjoyed the feeling of
8:01
closing the door behind me. At
8:03
the end of the day, knowing
8:07
I didn't need to leave the house again
8:09
for the night. Turning
8:13
back to the door, I
8:16
smiled at the row of locks.
8:20
They were a metaphor. The
8:23
door was secure and
8:25
didn't need them,
8:28
but I liked to turn them one
8:31
at a time, just the same,
8:36
twisting the dead bolts,
8:40
sliding the chain, fastening
8:44
the latch. Take
8:48
that world, I said.
8:53
The rain was drumming against
8:55
the window now, and
8:59
I only looked out at the storm
9:02
as it had now become a proper
9:05
storm for a moment
9:08
before pulling the thick velvet
9:11
curtain across. I
9:15
could feel my body becoming
9:18
heavier with each step.
9:22
I was just a few minutes away
9:25
from dropping into a sweet,
9:28
long nap, and
9:31
I knew it. I
9:34
kicked off my boots and
9:37
hung my raincoat on the coat
9:39
rack on my way to
9:41
the library. Passing
9:46
through the kitchen, I pressed the
9:48
button on the electric kettle
9:52
with half an idea of having
9:54
a cup of tea. Likely
9:59
i'd be a before it boiled. The
10:03
library had a deep sofa
10:06
that was long enough to stretch out
10:08
on, and a
10:10
couple of throws and pillows. There
10:15
were proper reading lamps
10:17
set here and there, but
10:20
I left them off. The
10:23
string of fairy lights glowing
10:26
around the tops of the bookshelves
10:29
was perfect. I
10:32
set my pears and almonds
10:34
on a table beside the sofa
10:37
and lay down. I
10:42
looked out at the books for a few minutes,
10:46
with a few snow globes and
10:48
mementos tucked in. The
10:53
kettle was making a soft sound,
10:56
and the rain and thunder were muffled
10:59
and far away.
11:02
My eyes were closing. I
11:06
heard the soft pad of kitty
11:08
paws, then
11:12
a moment of stillness as
11:14
she prepared to jump, and
11:18
she landed on my knees. I
11:23
twisted on to my side and
11:27
she slid into the space behind
11:29
my legs. I
11:33
pulled a blanket up over us, laid
11:37
my face on a soft old
11:39
pillow, and
11:41
closed my eyes. We
11:45
slept a
11:50
block from home. It
11:54
had been raining since the night before,
11:59
and there were puddles in the street.
12:04
The sky was gray and
12:07
low. It
12:11
was a September afternoon, and
12:14
it was cool, with a breeze
12:17
that smelled like autumn. I
12:23
had stopped a block
12:25
away from my house under
12:29
the awning of a green grocer.
12:33
Un pulled the collar of my
12:35
raincoat a
12:38
bit higher against my
12:40
cheek. The
12:44
smell of pears made
12:47
me turn my head away
12:51
from the window of the coffee
12:53
shop on the next
12:55
corner, where
12:58
I had been watching a people sipping
13:01
from cups and
13:03
reading newspapers were
13:06
talking with friends. The
13:11
pears were small and green,
13:15
but a little soft, and
13:17
with a bruise or two that
13:21
showed they were ready to be eaten.
13:28
I asked for two, and
13:30
also for some almonds that
13:33
the grocer twisted into
13:35
a piece of brown paper for
13:38
me. After
13:42
I tucked my treats into
13:44
the pocket of my raincoat, I
13:47
drew my hood back up
13:50
over my head and
13:53
crossed the street. I
13:57
was almost home. The
14:02
row of brown stones stood
14:05
shoulder to shoulder. They
14:10
were all the same building, really,
14:14
repeated over and
14:16
over, and
14:19
with a few differences
14:21
in the facades. Some
14:26
had courtyards, some
14:31
had gardens and gates, and
14:35
some had old trees growing
14:39
up through the cracked pavements.
14:44
All of them had wide
14:47
steps and stoops,
14:50
though no one was sitting out on them
14:53
on a day like today. Mine
14:59
had a tall, wrought iron
15:02
gate and fence that
15:05
closed off my slightly
15:07
overgrown garden from the
15:10
street. I
15:13
stopped at the gate and
15:16
looked for a moment. Up
15:19
and down the street, there
15:23
were a few others making
15:27
their way through the rain
15:31
with heads down or
15:33
tucked into umbrellas.
15:40
My gate has just
15:42
one key,
15:46
and it was in the house. That
15:51
was how I liked it. I
15:56
didn't need a key.
16:00
I reached up for
16:02
the heavy gate handle and
16:06
let my thumb brush across
16:09
a tiny print reader
16:13
that was programmed only
16:17
to my thumb print. No
16:21
one could follow me in here.
16:28
It took less than a second. I
16:32
heard a tiny click in
16:36
the lock mechanism and
16:39
pulled the gate open. It
16:45
locked smoothly behind me,
16:49
and I hurried through the garden
16:53
and up to my front door. I'd
17:00
had enough of the rain. My
17:06
front door worked
17:08
in much the same way as
17:11
my gait, but
17:13
required a full palm print
17:16
to open. I
17:20
wrapped my hand around
17:22
the knob and
17:24
it unlocked, and
17:28
I stepped in. I
17:32
sighed. I
17:41
had always enjoyed the
17:44
feeling of
17:46
closing the door behind me at
17:49
the end of the day, knowing
17:54
I didn't need to leave the house
17:56
again for the night.
18:02
Turning back to the door, I
18:06
smile at the row of locks. They
18:11
were a metaphor. The
18:16
door was secure and
18:19
didn't need them,
18:22
but I liked to turn them
18:25
one at a time, just
18:28
the same, twisting
18:32
the dead bolt, sliding
18:36
the chain, fastening
18:40
the latch. Take
18:45
that world, I said. The
18:52
rain was drumming against
18:54
the window now, and
18:58
I only looked out at
19:00
the storm
19:03
as it had now become
19:06
a proper storm for
19:08
a moment before
19:12
pulling the thick velvet
19:15
curtain across. I
19:22
could feel my body becoming
19:24
heavier with each
19:27
step. I
19:32
was just a few minutes away
19:35
from dropping into a sweet, long
19:39
nap, and
19:42
I knew it. I
19:46
kicked off my boots and
19:49
hung my raincoat on the coat
19:51
rack on my way
19:54
to the library, passing
19:59
through the kitchen, and I pressed
20:01
the button on the electric kettle
20:05
with half an idea of having
20:07
a cup of tea.
20:11
Likely i'd be asleep before
20:14
it boiled. The
20:19
library had a deep sofa
20:22
that was long enough to stretch out
20:24
on, and
20:27
a couple of throws and pillows.
20:32
There were proper reading lamps
20:35
set here and there, but I
20:38
left them off. The
20:42
string of fairy lights glowing
20:45
around the tops of the bookshelves
20:47
was perfect. I
20:51
set my pears and almonds
20:54
on a table beside the sofa
20:57
and lay down. I
21:03
looked out at the books for a
21:05
few moments, with
21:09
a few snow globes and
21:11
mementos tucked in. The
21:16
kettle was making a soft sound,
21:20
and the rain and thunder were muffled
21:23
and far away.
21:27
My eyes were closing. I
21:31
heard the soft pad of
21:33
kitty paws and
21:36
a moment of stillness as
21:39
she prepared to jump, and
21:43
she landed on my knees. I
21:49
twisted unto my side and
21:52
she slid into the space behind
21:54
my legs. I
21:58
pulled a blanket up over
22:01
us, laid
22:04
my face on a soft old
22:06
pillow, and
22:10
closed my eyes. We
22:14
slept sweet
22:18
dreams.
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