2024-12-21
18 分钟Hello everyone, this is Rhea with a quick note.
This is a full episode preview of a story featured on Little Stories for Sleep,
a bedtime podcast just for Little Story's premium subscribers.
The episode I'm sharing with you today is part of a series I'm calling Wandering Sleep Stories.
These new stories are peaceful, calming, and perfect for that last track on a bedtime playlist.
On Little Stories for Sleep, Wandering Sleep Stories have no intro or outro, it's just the story framed by soft music.
So grab your weighted blanket, snuggle up, and fall asleep to this sweet tale.
Elvis Elvis paced back and forth from one end of the hallway runner to the other.
It shifted slightly under his feet.
There used to be a pad beneath it, but it kept getting bunched up, so at some point it was folded and placed.
On the top shelf of the linen closet,
now when the children took a running start and leapt on the runner, it sometimes slid several feet.
But the children were not there just then.
They were out.
They'd been out for hours.
That was the reason for Elvis's pacing in the first place.
Elvis was an old English sheepdog with a shaggy fur coat that would get madded if not properly attended to,
but that rarely happened because Elvis had the best family in the world.
He believed that wholeheartedly, despite never living anywhere but this house with these people.
The youngest child brushed him every day.