🖌️ Painting the Walls 😴 | A Relaxing Bedtime Story for Adults to Sleep

0:02 Welcome to the. Slow Life. I'm Jennifer Vino and. I create narrate. And design the soundscape. Of this village of cozy stories to. Relax and unwind. Each week. I share. An original story read. Two times so. You can relax even more during. The second reading I also create. Micro experiences inspired by the stories you hear. These are short. Gentle reading moments designed to help you slow down and rest in the. Village for AS.

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1:50 This story is called. Painting the walls and it's about open windows. A big. Colour change and meditative moments The windows in the sunroom are open just enough to. Let the breeze. And the sound? Of birds drift through. Sunlight stretches. Across the floor in pale strips. Wrapping around the legs of the rocking chair and touching the fringe of the rug. Near the doorway.

2:31 I stand in the middle of the room with a coffee and hand and look around. The walls are the. Same brown they've been. For years. In the evenings. The colour feels. Cosy enough, but in the morning it absorbs too much of the light I hadn't been planning to paint. It for weeks. Or months. The idea settled. In properly yesterday while I sat here looking around the room more closely than usual. Once the thought arrived, I knew it would stay. By the afternoon I had gone to.

3:15 The hardware store. And chosen the paint colour, Soft lemon glow. The look and the name felt calming to me. The cans are sitting. Near the doorway beside the drop. Sheets and brushes. I take another sip and look at the walls again. The colour change I'm making. Is fairly big. From dark brown to soft yellow. So I already know today. Will be for the 2. Coats of primer I made sure to buy enough and one can will.

3:56 Easily cover both. Coats. Anyway, I want the. Whole day for. It so I've. Started early, just after. Sunrise. Once my coffee is finished, I start moving things out of the room. There isn't much furniture here, which is one reason I like spending time in this space. It stays simple. I. Carry the small glass top table into the den. Area first, followed by the. Rocking chair. The narrow. Shelf near the far. Wall goes out next and I gather the plants on the kitchen island where they can.

4:43 Still reach. The sunlight when the room is empty. It feels. Bigger and echoes when I tell the kittens I. Appreciate their help. But need to put them somewhere else for now. The rug. Rolls easily in my hands and leans in the corner. Of the laundry room, I spread the drop sheets across the floor. Smoothing the wrinkles flat with my hands. So the edges. Overlap neatly the sound of. The thick fabric. Brushing against itself is nice with my angled brush nearby.

5:28 I open the primer and stir it carefully. Yesterday I had it tinted. Toward the same. Soft yellow as the final paint colour. So it would. Cover more easily. It swirls. Gently as I. Stir a lighter. Shade than the paint itself will be. Beside me sits the small yogurt container I always use when painting. Years. Ago I made a flexible handle. Out of duct. Tape on the side. So I could. Slide my hand through it while carrying it around the room. The tape is.

6:12 Softer now from. Years of use, but it still. Holds sturdy. I pour primer into the container and wipe. Away the excess, the cover goes. Back on the can firmly with some taps from a rubber mallet, I slide my hand through the makeshift handle and pick up my brush. I don't use painters tape very often. I've always preferred. Working carefully by hand instead angling the. Brush just right. I start with the brushwork first. Moving along the ceiling, around the door frames and each window, and finally along the.

7:00 Baseboards. My hand naturally slows near the edges and the movement quickly becomes a rhythm. The first brush. Stroke changes the room immediately, even though it's only primer. The yellow tinted colour brightens the wall at once, covering the heavier brown beneath it. I continue around the room, finishing the. Edges before. Switching to the. Roller. Once the trim work is done. The larger. Sections go more quickly by the time I finished. The first coat.

7:46 The room is brighter but still uneven. Where the old. Colour faintly. Shadows through the. Drying primer. After a walk. And some lunch on the patio. I begin the second. Base coat. I repeat the brushwork first. Carefully moving around the trim once again before rolling the larger sections of the. Walls. The movement becomes meditative, as painting always does for me. The work. Is repetitive enough that my hands know what to do, but the concentration needed to keep it neat holds my focus enough for my thoughts not to wander too far.

8:38 The next morning is sunny again and the. Walls are ready. For paint, I opened the can of soft lemon Glow and stir. It with the. Wooden stick. The colour looks exactly right. In the morning, light warm without being too bright or fading into cream, I begin the brushwork again, painting around the windows, ceiling line, baseboards and doorways. The first code. Of paint settles. Beautifully over the. Primer and as the roller.

9:20 Moves across the. Walls. The room changes once again. I paint through the day, enjoying the rhythm of it. The windows stay open while warm air. Drifts through the. Room and every now and then I. Pause to look. Around the final coat happens the following day beneath another clear sky. This time everything goes more easily. The walls already. Look nearly finished and now I'm simply smoothing out the final details. The Brash.

10:04 Glides more easily now that the. Walls are fully prepared. Once I finish, I clean the brush and the roller, folding the drop. Sheets away. Standing in the middle of the room now, it feels entirely different from the one I stood in only a few mornings ago. After some drying time, I. Carry the furniture. Back in, placing everything where it belongs. The rocking chair beside the window, the small table next to it, and the folded blankets back on to the shelf.

10:50 Everything looks more vibrant against the new walls. I'm happy with the change and with the way I feel in the room painting the walls. The windows in the sunroom are open just enough to. Let the breeze. And the sound? Of birds drift through. Sunlight stretches. Across the floor in pale strips. Wrapping around the legs of the rocking chair and touching the fringe of the rug. Near the doorway.

11:36 I stand in the middle of the room with a coffee and hand and look around. The walls are the. Same brown they've been. For years. In the evenings. The colour. Feels cozy enough, but in the morning it absorbs too much of the light I hadn't been planning to paint. It for weeks. Or months. The idea settled. In properly yesterday while I sat here looking around the room more closely than usual. Once the thought arrived, I knew it would stay.

12:17 By the afternoon I had gone to. The hardware store. And chosen the paint colour, Soft lemon glow. The look and the name felt calming to me. The cans are sitting near. The doorway beside the drop. Sheets and brushes. I take another sip and look at the walls again. The colour change I'm making. Is fairly big. From dark brown to soft yellow. So I already know today. Will be for the 2. Coats of primer I made sure to buy enough and one can will easily. Cover both coats.

13:03 Anyway, I want the. Whole day for. It so I've. Started early. Just after sunrise, once my coffee is finished, I start moving things out of the room. There isn't much furniture here, which is one reason I like spending time in this space. It stays simple. I carry the small glass top table into the den. Area first, followed by the. Rocking chair the narrow shelf near. The far. Wall goes out next and I gather the plants on the kitchen island where they can.

13:48 Still reach. The sunlight when the room is empty. It feels. Bigger and echoes when I tell the kittens. I appreciate their. Help, but need to put them somewhere else for now. The rug. Rolls easily in my hands and leans in the corner. Of the laundry room, I spread the drop sheets across the floor. Smoothing the wrinkles flat with my hands. So the edges. Overlap neatly the sound of. The thick fabric. Brushing against itself is nice with my angled brush nearby.

14:33 I opened the primer and stir it carefully. Yesterday I had it tinted toward the same soft yellow as the final paint colour. So it would. Cover more easily. It swirls. Gently as I. Stir a lighter. Shade than the paint itself will be. Beside me sits the small yogurt container I always use when painting. Years. Ago I made a flexible handle. Out of duct. Tape on the side. So I could. Slide my hand. Through it while. Carrying it around the room. The tape is.

15:16 Softer now from. Years of use, but it still. Holds sturdy. I pour primer into the container and wipe. Away the excess, the cover goes. Back on the can firmly with some taps from a rubber mallet, I slide my hand through the makeshift handle and pick up my brush. I don't use painters tape very often. I've always preferred. Working carefully by hand instead angling the. Brush just right. I start with the brushwork first. Moving along the ceiling, around the door frames and each window, and finally along the.

16:05 Baseboards. My hand naturally slows near the. Edges. And the movement quickly becomes a rhythm. The first brush. Stroke changes the room immediately, even though it's only primer. The yellow tinted colour brightens the wall at once, covering the heavier brown beneath it. I continue around the room, finishing the. Edges before. Switching to the. Roller. Once the trim work is done. The larger. Sections go more quickly by the time I finished. The first coat.

16:51 The room is. Brighter but. Still uneven. Where the old. Colour faintly. Shadows through the. Drying primer. After a walk. And some lunch on the patio. I begin the second base. Coat. I repeat the brushwork first. Carefully moving around the trim once again before rolling the larger sections of the. Walls. The movement becomes meditative, as painting always does for me. The work. Is repetitive enough that my hands know what to do, but the concentration needed to keep it neat holds my focus enough for my thoughts not to wander too far. The next morning is sunny again and the. Walls are ready.

17:48 For paint, I opened the can of soft lemon Glow and stir. It with the. Wooden stick. The colour looks exactly right. In the morning light, warm without being. Too bright or. Fading into cream, I begin the brushwork again, painting around the windows, ceiling line, baseboards and doorways. The first. Code of paint. Settles beautifully. Over the primer and as the roller. Moves across the. Walls. The room changes once again, I paint through the day enjoying the rhythm of it.

18:36 The window stay open while warm air. Drifts through the. Room and every now and then I. Pause to look. Around the final coat happens the following day beneath another clear sky. This time everything goes more easily. The walls already. Look nearly finished and now I'm simply smoothing out the final details. The Brash. Glides more easily now that the. Walls are fully prepared. Once I finish, I clean the brush and the roller, folding the. Drop sheets away.

19:23 Standing in the middle of the room now, it feels entirely different from the one I stood in only a few mornings ago. After some drying time, I. Carry the furniture. Back in, placing everything where it belongs. The rocking chair beside the window, the small table next to it, and the folded blankets back on to the shelf. Everything looks more vibrant against the new walls. I'm happy with the change and with. The way I. Feel in the room I.

20:08 Wish you sweet. Dreams.