Bedtime stories for grown-ups
131 sleep stories for adults
Bedtime stories aren’t only for children. These were written to be read aloud from one grown-up to another, or listened to alone at the end of the day: the warmth of a children’s story, with a little more room in the sentences.
The Long Way to the Sofa follows Bea at night through a house that has stretched to its full night-time size, carrying her ideas pillow down to Grandpa on the sofa. Ruby Folds Up the Day is about taking the day’s hours off the washing line and folding them away, including the one hour that won’t fold. The tales from Starfall are written for grown-ups too, like The Night the Well Rested, where a well keeper sits up with one kettle of tea on the one night a year the meadow well rests.
Plenty of children like them as well.
Pim Puts the Sea to BedNobody on Button Island has slept for a week because the sea is overtired and too cross to admit it, so a small boy in one boot goes down to the harbour to put it to bed.
Snow, Slowly, Not IndoorsAn eight-year-old in Lantern Hollow finds a mysterious snow card in her Midwinter mitten and writes to the person in the observatory, with far too many P.S.s, to find out who made it before the lamp supper.
The Littlest Wind in the Bears’ DenOn the first night of the long winter sleep, a baby wind blows into a bears’ den and whistles a tune with its last note missing, and nobody can sleep until it ends.
Hilda Gives the WeatherDot’s cow Hilda gives whatever weather is in the sky when she’s milked, so when Grandad’s knee says rain for Saturday’s picnic, Dot sets out to bottle a sunny Monday and save it.
The Jar That Kept the WindOn the night watch on Whistling Ridge, a fallen star lands in Pip Underweather’s sound jar, and Sable Windreader has a jar that blows the same gust over and over until dawn.
Hattie Minds the Wind JarsHattie has promised to keep every wind in its jar until her Gran gets home, but Gran’s large orange cat has other plans.
Ollie and the Goose-Feather PillowAfter seven cloudy weeks, Ollie finally gets a clear night to float on his grandma’s moon-goose pillow, and then finds that someone else has it.
The Little Storm in the AtticNia is eight and an expert at putting her baby brother to bed, and tonight she has to do the same for a lost little storm cloud hiccuping in her attic.
The Violet Whale for Chapter TwelveIlex has to finish the last chapter of her favourite serial before the midwinter supper, and Pell will only lend it in exchange for the violet card she has opened every game with for years.
Mags Brings the Clouds HomeOn a farm where the clouds are let out every morning and brought home every night like sheep, a girl sets out to bring in all forty by herself, the dawdlers and the sulkers included.
The Fiddler Who Wanted the North Wind to DanceA girl who can only play fast, cheerful fiddle tunes climbs the cliff to make the North Wind dance, so that he will stop blowing her dad’s boat out to sea.
Jem’s Knot on Rope DayJem can tie a miller’s knot one-handed without looking, but whenever she tries Ansel’s hitch she ends up with a miller’s knot or a lump, and Pip Underweather has a jar in a basket that keeps saying “take our time” in Ansel’s voice.
The Door That Needs a ShoulderPip Underweather walks four days west to put the famous sound of Maren’s door in a jar, and then finds the door won’t make it.
Rosie Lends the Moon Her ScarfRosie has fallen asleep three Novembers running before the geese fly over, and this year, when she should be watching the sky, she spots a shivering Moon and gives it her grandma’s scarf, which is three times too long.
The Long Way to the SofaWhen Grandpa’s stiff neck won’t let him turn round, Bea sets off at night to carry him her pillow for ideas, through a house that has stretched to its full night-time size.
Bun Says Goodnight to the MountainBun is the smallest, sleepiest dormouse in the valley, and this year she means to stay awake for the Echo Contest, where the mountain sends back every shout as a bead of coloured glass.
The Night the Well RestedOne night a year nobody may draw from the meadow well, and the well keeper has a chalked sign, a dishcloth and one kettle of tea to get the whole valley through till dawn.
Post for the Middle of the BayBea rows the island post across a wide grey bay, and lately the trip has been getting faster in a way that no current can explain.
The Breeze That Wouldn’t Be FoldedMolly can fold anything, until the last and smallest breeze of the summer refuses to stay in its drawer.
Two Miles by StarlightWhen a cart wheel knocks the foot off Ivo’s two-mile stone so that it reads seven, Ivo has to recut it by night before the morning walkers come up the road, and a lamp with hardly any oil in it isn’t going to last.
Duchess and the Runt CloudAfter five dry weeks, the largest pig on Hill Farm tiptoes up to the weather-mill at night to steal herself a rain cloud, and keeps bringing home the wrong one.
Did Not Need ItA fallen star fleck gets caught in Purl’s best polishing cloth, and it won’t let Maren walk past a single knocker, lamp or milestone without stopping to shine it.
That’ll Do Nicely, Thank YouA boy borrows his grandma’s magic porridge pot to make his mom a secret birthday breakfast, but he has lost the card that tells him how to stop it.
Poppy’s Blanket Went to the BearOn washday the West Wind brings a small fox the wrong blanket, one the size of a meadow, so she and her dad go up the path by lantern to find her own.
The Comet’s Cart Goes UphillCorvin the Tinker fixes the Wandering Comet’s cart so it will never roll into the pond again, and it rolls uphill instead, off across the meadow with the Comet walking briskly behind and insisting the Comet does not hurry.
Hattie and the Hundred and Twelve StepsHattie is a very old tortoise who lives at the bottom of a lighthouse, and she has spent a whole winter working out how to get up a hundred and twelve steps to watch the star come down.
The Hare Who Borrowed a ShellA hare so fast that he says everything twice has never seen a sunset all the way to the end, so he knocks on the slowest door in the meadow and asks to borrow some slowness.
The Jar Marked Sable LosingOn the last windy evening of the season, Pip Underweather climbs Whistling Ridge with two empty jars: one for the long note the ridge sings once a year, and one for the sound of Sable losing at cards, which nobody has heard in three years.
The Snow That Would Not SettleOn the night the first snow of winter finally falls, it’s too excited to lie down, and a girl who waxed her sledge in October has until morning to get it to settle.


