Stillness Before Dreams

4 Calming Sleep Stories for Restful Nights

Collection Details

Narrator: Emilynn ler Derna
Number of Stories: 4
Total Listening Time: Approx. 3 hrs 16 mins

Stories Included

The Old Boat in the Orchard
The Bell That Rings at Dusk
The Mountain That Remembers
Tea Beneath the Banyan Tree

Four Places of Evening Stillness

About This Collection

Stillness Before Dreams is a collection of four bedtime stories for adults, set in places where the day slows towards evening. The settings include an orchard, a harbour town, a mountain village and a banyan clearing. Each story follows a single observer and one object or ritual, from afternoon into night. The themes are remembrance, shared rituals and the slow passing of time. In order, the stories are The Old Boat in the Orchard, The Bell That Rings at Dusk, The Mountain That Remembers, Tea Beneath the Banyan Tree. It is narrated by [Narrator Name] and is available as an ebook and an audiobook.

Stories in This Collection

The Old Boat in the Orchard

Sunlight falls through the apple trees onto tall grass and clover, where bees work in the heat of noon. A child walks between the rows, stopping to look at a butterfly and a web beaded with dew. Beneath three trees with interwoven branches, an old rowboat rests among the roots, grey with weather and edged with moss.

The Bell That Rings at Dusk

Afternoon light settles over the harbour as fishing boats return and children walk home to supper. Washing moves on lines between the cottages, and the smell of bread and lavender crosses the cobbled streets. High in the stone tower hangs a bronze bell with no rope, still and waiting as the sky turns from gold to amber.

The Mountain That Remembers

The path climbs through pines, and the sound of the last motorway fades behind the traveller. Needles crunch underfoot, resin scents the air, and a buzzard circles over the valley below. At a turn in the track, a few stone buildings appear in a hollow of rock and pine, their walls the same colour as the mountain.

Tea Beneath the Banyan Tree

Under the wide canopy of a banyan, light reaches the mossy ground in shifting patches. A visitor sets down a woven basket and unpacks a clay teapot, two small cups, a cloth of tea leaves and a spirit burner. Aerial roots hang close, and a bird calls once before the leaves return to silence.

Stillness Before Dreams garden with a banyan tree, tea set, apples, wooden oar, bronze bell and memory stones. — Four quiet story symbols meet beneath the trees in Stillness Before Dreams.

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Genre: Poetic countryside reflection fiction
Core Theme: Memory, ritual, stillness, the passage of time
Main Setting: An orchard, a harbour town, a mountain village and a banyan clearing, from afternoon into night
Narrative Focus: Each story follows one observer through an afternoon into night, centred on a single object or ritual that prompts memory and rest.
Emotional Tone: Reflective, calm, patient, nostalgic
Reading Mood: Best read in the evening, one story at a time, when the pace of the day has already slowed.
Listening Mood: Best listened to in low light at bedtime, when the body is resting and the narrator’s voice can set the pace.
Length (Kindle): 21,614 words – 80 pages
Length (Audiobook): Approx. 3 hrs 16 mins
Narrator: Emilynn ler Derna

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About the Before Your Dream Series

Before Your Dream is a collection of poetic bedtime stories for adults — written for reflection, rest, and emotional peace. Each story invites you to slow the breath and listen to the quiet between thoughts: the place where memory, time, and imagination gently meet.
Crafted in British English and designed for evening reading, these stories offer calm literary companionship for those who seek stillness at the end of the day.

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These stories are part of the Stillness Before Dreams bundle, a collection of five poetic tales written to quiet the mind.
The audiobook anthology, narrated by Emilynn ler Derna, gathers the same stories in one calm listening experience.

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Audiobooks narrated by Peter McGiffen

The Garden of Starlight

Far above the world, where the air grows thin and the last light of evening dissolves into something softer, a garden floats in permanent stillness. Its pathways are formed from pale stone that holds its own faint glow, and its flower beds grow not from soil but from crystallised moonlight.

Whispers Before Dreams

Step into Whispers Before Dreams, a collection of five atmospheric bedtime stories for adults. Journey from a secluded coastal inn to lantern-filled lavender hills, sail beneath the stars, board a train that never hurries, and discover an unusual antique mirror. Five gentle journeys created for quiet evenings and restful nights.

The Bookshop with No Clock

There is a door at the end of an alley that most people walk past without noticing. The ivy reaches for it, the fog gathers around it, and when the door opens it does so without effort — as though it has been expecting this particular arrival.

The Window Above the Bakery

Before the sun has properly risen, the cobbled street lies wrapped in the last blue of night. High above, a window waits on the third floor of a narrow building. Soon it will open, and the scent of bread will begin its slow climb through the building’s bones.

The Pillowmakers Garden

The sun arrived first as whisper, then as warmth, threading itself between the leaves of the old fig tree that stood sentinel beside the garden’s eastern wall. Light pooled in gentle puddles across the flagstone paths, catching dewdrops that had settled overnight on the petals of roses climbing the weathered brick.

The Inn at the Edge of the Dunes

Dusk settles over the dunes as a lone traveller follows a sand-crusted road toward a weathered inn glowing with lamplight. Inside, corridors hold the scent of driftwood smoke and dried lavender. A room waits beyond a painted window, where sea glass colours soften the view toward the waiting shore.

Ink in the Shape of Silence

The brush touches paper, and nothing appears. Yet something has been deposited — Thomas can feel it in the resistance of the fibres. Over thirty years, he has learned to trust the movement of his hand, the rhythm of his breathing. But this is different. This ink asks for something else entirely.

The Moss Library

The path beneath your feet is not quite earth, not quite moss — something softer still, something that yields to each step with the tenderness of memory itself. Above, the canopy weaves into evening, branches interlocking with the patience of old friends, their leaves whispering secrets that need no translation.

Letters From the Old Postmaster

The box had been placed with care — weathered wood, postal twine tied in knots he recognised from decades of handling. On the bottom, in faded pencil, someone had written Undelivered — 1962–1989. His own handwriting, though he had no memory of making the notation. The years struck him as curious.

The Monastery by the Sea

The path winds down through sea grass and wild thyme, each step carrying the scent of salt deeper into the lungs. Evening light pools golden on the clifftops. The monastery emerges from the headland — its walls the colour of old bone, worn smooth by centuries of coastal storms — waiting, as it has always waited, in the quiet above…

The Bells That Rang Only After Sunset

The village settled into the last hour before dark, when the light thinned to the colour of weak tea. A dog somewhere near the bake house gave up barking and lay down instead. Even the hens, who had spent the afternoon arguing over nothing in particular, went in without complaint.I trimmed the opening sentence and left out the chimney smoke…

The Train to Lavender Station

In the hours before morning has claimed the sky, a sound moves through the countryside — soft enough to be mistaken for wind through wheat. The station sign still stands, its letters worn by years of weather. Lavender Station. Those who come here do not plan to.

The Room Without Corners

The path appeared just as the light began to soften, curving through tall grass that whispered against worn stone. Somewhere ahead, through the amber haze of approaching dusk, a building emerged — not quite a house, not quite an inn, but something altogether more welcoming than either.

Voices Before Dreams

Five villages hold their breath at day’s turning. A window opens above a bakery. A door waits beneath the ivy. A garden gate creaks for its first visitor. A bus arrives precisely on time. A postman lifts the lid of a box marked Unsent. Quiet lives, quietly witnessed, waiting to carry you toward sleep.

The Mirror in the Antique Shop

Mist gathers along a cobbled lane as evening settles over a small green door marked Curiosities. Inside, candlelight fills a shop crowded with forgotten objects: walking canes, fountain pens, a silent violin. At the back stands a mirror that reveals visions rather than a face, offering recognition instead of answers.

The Passport of Forgotten Places

Upon the table, beside the candle’s warm circle of light, lies a passport — leather the colour of autumn leaves, soft with age. Its pages are thick as parchment, each one a doorway rather than a record. This is no ordinary passport: it bears stamps not of countries that are, but of places that were.

The Beacon Tower

A pulse of light, far off to the north-east. Slow and steady, appearing and disappearing in a rhythm that carried no urgency, a patient turning that repeated itself without change. He did not change course toward it. There was no reason to. It was simply there, doing what it had always done.

The Train That Never Hurries

The train appears first as a suggestion in the mist, a darker grey against the pearl-coloured air. As it draws nearer, its form resolves into something beautiful and unexpected, not the sleek anonymity of modern transport, but an old carriage painted muted greens and golds, its windows tall and generous.

Mirrors Before Dreams featured image showing a twilight coastal monastery, glowing paper boats on the water, a travel passport with stamps, and a floating starlight garden in the sky.

Mirrors Before Dreams – 5 Adult Bedtime Stories

In the hour before the world remembers its name, paper boats drift along a timeless river, each one folded from a letter never sent, a page of music, a child’s drawing. Elsewhere, a forest grows stories in its moss. A passport opens onto forgotten places. A monastery keeps its evening vigil. A celestial garden floats in permanent stillness.

The Last Bus to Stillwater

The bus appears around the corner from Mill Street with the slow dignity of ritual, its cream and green paint faded to the colours of old photographs. The headlights cut through the gathering dusk not harshly, but with the warm glow of lanterns, casting long shadows that seem to welcome rather than intrude.

Lanterns Over the Lavender Hills

The stone path winds between the hills like a prayer traced in earth, worn smooth by countless footsteps and the gentle passage of seasons. Here, where the lavender grows in great rolling waves, the air still holds the day’s warmth, that particular sweetness of summer evenings when time seems to…