Autumn Sleeper Train | Cozy Bedtime Story To Relax

Autumn's majesty awaits in tonight's cozy bedtime story for grown-ups.

You are listening to Autumn's Sleeper Train,

A soothing narrative to help you unwind and enjoy a mental vacation before falling asleep.

Aboard a festive,

Private sleeper train,

You take in panoramic views of fall foliage at its peak and revel in the season's splendors.

From the moment the train leaves the station,

You are catered to with all the comforting indulgences from cozy sweaters and blankets to seasonal beverages and meals.

You fall asleep as the harvest moon pours through the skylights,

Casting the mountainous landscape in brilliant opal light as the train lulls you to sleep.

It's time to dream away.

Welcome to Michelle's Sanctuary.

I am Michelle,

Your companion and guide during this precious time of tending to yourself.

As you listen,

Think of me as an advocate and ally in your quest to feel the best you can and enjoy the rest you deserve.

Everything else can fade away as your gaze turns inward,

And you craft an experience that will inspire your dreams with the coziness of fall.

Remember I am only here to offer a framework,

And you are completely empowered to change the details and customize your listening experience.

Let your imagination guide you to soft,

Tender moments as your nervous system settles down and you fully embrace this sleepy time.

Let my voice fade away at any point,

Should you wish to give in to the waves of sleep.

Take a moment to wiggle,

Stretch,

And do whatever you need to,

To get as comfortable as you possibly can.

In the sanctuary of your room,

You are safe to dream and connect with your deepest yearnings and feelings.

As you settle in and find stillness,

The essence of fall permeates your room.

Imagine your window is cracked open just a bit to allow the crisp evening breeze to circulate your room.

Feel the air kiss your face with a coolness that makes you appreciate your warm bedding all the more.

Nuzzle your face against your pillow as you let out an audible sigh,

Truly surrendering yourself to the journey ahead.

Inhale the sugary,

Earthy aroma of fallen leaves.

Inhale as your nose warms the air,

Preparing it for your lungs.

Indulge in the expansion of your chest as you take up all the space you want.

As you exhale,

Indulge in a slow,

Satisfying yawn,

And then release everything with a sigh.

And get as sleepy as you want.

You are in the ideal place and time for drowsiness.

Now let's do this again.

Inhale deeply,

This time savoring the intoxicating aromas of cinnamon and nutmeg that linger in the air,

Reminiscent of seasonal candles and spiced cider.

As you exhale,

Allow your body to relax further,

Knowing that you are safe and surrounded by the comforting embrace of the season.

Once more,

Take a deep breath in,

Drawing in the essence of fall,

Let the smoky,

Woody scent of crackling bonfires and fallen twigs harvest a cuddly feeling.

You may even wrap your arms around your chest in a comforting hug.

Imagine if it feels natural.

As you exhale,

Release any remaining worries or stress with an audible sigh,

Allowing them to drift away like wisps of wood smoke carried by the autumn winds.

Enjoy one more round of conscious breathing,

At your own pace.

Setting the stage for you to delve deeper into your inner world,

Listen to the sound of your breath as you take the deepest inhalation you have taken all day.

Experience a feeling of lightness,

As if your breath could carry you away to faraway lands.

And as you exhale with a sigh,

Sink into the comforts and support of your bed,

Knowing that wherever you go,

You are safe,

And you are grounded,

And you are connecting with the most authentic parts of yourself as your breath returns to its natural,

Relaxed rhythm.

Carry the sense of calm with you as the story begins.

A centuries-old train station in the heart of a mountain village has appeared on postcards for decades,

Luring people to the village for leaf-peeping season.

You stand on the platform of the station,

As the October sun basks the tracks in lush golden light.

You step out from beneath an awning into the warm sun.

A distant train whistle,

Barely a whisper,

Foretells its arrival.

The platform is quiet,

And the station is empty but for a ticket seller.

You eagerly wait for your private experience aboard the Autumn Sleeper Train,

A four-car locomotive.

The Autumn Sleeper Train will welcome you to the beauty of fall,

As it chugs along tracks that weave through idyllic villages,

Lakeside communities,

And mountainous terrain.

Perhaps you take this journey with a beloved pet or companion,

Or maybe it's best enjoyed as a solo retreat.

Every aspect of this train journey offers a surprise,

A gift bestowed with the freedom to experience it on your terms.

You are given this once-in-a-lifetime trip by someone who recognized how much you deserve and need a getaway,

For you have risen each day,

Doing your best in an uncertain world,

Never giving up.

It feels good that someone noticed.

Your heart fills with warmth,

And your eyes soften when you think about how this kind act has changed the trajectory of your year.

The delicious details of this excursion make you realize that even in the most challenging of times,

Moments like this make everything worth it.

And you will hang onto the memories created on this night for a long time coming.

They will soothe the most tumultuous times,

As you remember the perfect night aboard the Autumn Sleeper Train.

The air might be just a bit too brisk to stand outside for long,

But in the brief minutes when your heart is aflutter in anticipation of the train's arrival,

The fading sun offers just enough warmth for you to feel good.

You revel in the contrast.

Eager to enjoy a cozy night nestled in a warm train car,

The air is alive with the scent of fallen leaves that scatter across the cobblestone platform.

In a swirl of magenta,

Fiery orange,

And olive,

The sky matches the rich gold,

Orange,

And amber leaves as the sun descends behind snow-capped mountains in the distance.

The paintbrush of autumn has left its opulent sparkle everywhere,

And the saturated sunlight reduces the clarity of objects around you,

Giving them the dreamy quality of an impressionist painting.

The haunting whistle of the train becomes louder as the earth begins to softly vibrate.

The wind picks up,

Announcing the imminent arrival of the train as it draws closer.

You feel a smile form on your face,

Involuntary and from a deep well of joy,

As the muscles in your cheeks become soft.

Warmth radiates from within,

Matching the intensity of the glowing orb of descending light.

As the train pulls into the station,

Fallen leaves,

Like tiny dancers,

Pirouette gracefully in its windy wake.

The train's brakes protest with a squeal and sigh as it barrels into the station and comes to a stop.

You feel the platform shake beneath your feet as the train grinds to a halt.

Before boarding the train,

For this much-anticipated journey,

You soak in the beautiful surroundings one last time.

The station building,

A cozy refuge from the impending chill in days to come,

Stands adorned with garlands of colored leaves,

Cornstalks,

Hay bales,

And pumpkins obtained from nearby farms.

Beyond the dwelling,

Historic cottages nestle together like old friends,

Unrolling golden hills of the close-knit village.

Their chimneys release squiggling trails of fragrant wood smoke into the colorful sky.

The setting is so picturesque that you almost don't want to leave.

And yet,

You know the train will weave its way through the night,

Offering an endless display of storybook villages and natural wonders.

With a friendly nod and a warm grin,

The conductor steps down from the train to greet you.

She extends a helping hand,

Taking your luggage and aiding you as you ascend the stairs into the car.

The conductor explains the train will depart in three minutes.

She invites you to enjoy the lounge to the left.

She stows your luggage in the sleeper car,

The gleaming brass accents of the railcar.

Catch your eye.

Entering the train car is like stepping back in time,

To the golden age of train travel.

The ornate decor offers classic elegance,

Showcasing the rich golds of autumn and cherry wood panels.

As you step inside,

A gracious attendant welcomes you with a steaming hot towel that you use to warm your hands and clean your face.

She helps you remove your jacket and hangs it in a narrow closet.

She then comes back with a wicker basket filled with an array of new sweaters.

Each one has a unique pattern,

From stripes to chevrons to autumn leaf designs.

She invites you to choose your complimentary sweater for the journey.

You explore the colorful selections and varied fabric,

From vibrant jewel tones to earth palettes,

From cable knit to shawneck designs.

The decision is hard,

But you discover one that perfectly suits this experience.

You take the sweater out of the basket,

The fabric still carries the warmth from being stored in a sun-drenched cubby,

A clean laundry smell wafts from the threads.

You raise it to your face,

Reveling in its softness and fragrance as you nuzzle it against your cheek and thank her.

You put it on over your clothes,

Appreciating its warmth as the cool mountain air circulates from the open doors.

The attendant invites you to settle in the lounge,

As she prepares you for a warm drink at the well-stocked bar.

Tea light candle flames flicker within golden glass lanterns placed on the sleek bar and tables throughout the car.

Tiny gourds and pumpkins tumble out of cornucopia baskets shaped like wicker horns,

And named for being a horn of plenty,

Are placed throughout the luxurious car.

They are emblematic of the abundance of the harvest season,

And the abundance this experience makes you feel.

The conductor announces that the train is about to depart,

And the crescendo of the engine heightens a sense of adventure.

The whistle blows as the train slowly departs the station,

Chugging through unknown landscapes that promise an ever-changing display of autumn's canvas.

You settle in a corner,

On a plush bench.

A soft piano music plays in the background,

Layering with the rhythmic sounds of the train in motion.

You find your balance with the gentle sway of the car,

Nestling your back against ruby and turquoise silk throw pillows.

The last rays of magenta sunlight filter through skylights,

Casting a golden aura in the car.

The train enters a forested area,

And you watch the kaleidoscope display through the skylights as you journey beneath a canopy of bronze,

Butter yellow,

Burgundy,

And chartreuse leaves.

The train tracks are a portal through the fleeting tapestry of autumn.

You lose yourself in the hypnotic flashes of color and vibrant clusters of leaves,

Which are a week shy of letting go of the branches that gave them life.

Every moment of this spectacular escape celebrates the season.

The attendant brings an oversized,

Orange ceramic mug to you,

The kind so big it requires two hands.

Your fingers run along the textured,

Winding green vines that swirl and intertwine around the ceramic.

The mug reminds you of Cinderella's pumpkin carriage,

With its whimsy and sighs.

Clouds of steam rise to your nose,

Delivering the sweet,

Spicy,

And tangy notes of warmed apple cider with cinnamon sticks,

And a hint of something decadent that you can't quite place.

The attendant acknowledges the look of curiosity on your face,

And explains it's a secret ingredient sourced locally.

Whatever it is,

It enhances the cider in a way you hadn't expected,

Conjuring thoughts of wood stoves,

Ignites by the fire.

As the silky cider warms you,

Your attention turns to the changing sky.

The forest gradually gives way to a breathtaking vista as the train ascends a mountain at sunset.

The sky undergoes a mesmerizing transformation,

Painting the horizon with gradients of crimson,

Apricot,

Marigold,

And plum.

The valley below spreads out like a patchwork quilt with golden cornfields that seem to wave in the evening breeze.

A pond is nestled between the fields,

And a red barn.

Fallen leaves float on the ripples brought on by the breeze,

And the pond holds a mirror to the sky,

Reflecting its beauty.

Goats frolic in a neighboring field,

Skipping through twilight as they too anticipate the inevitable approach of winter.

But in this gilded hour,

All of nature breathes in the wonders of autumn.

A mother and her young child ride horses down a winding dirt path that weaves beneath the garnet,

Red,

And saffron trees to savor the night.

You continue to sip on the cider as the attendant brings your meal,

A heartwarming feast of hearty dishes that capture the traditional flavors of fall.

Rich,

Creamy,

Filling,

You are satiated in every way imaginable as the vibrant bands of the sunset's display begin to disappear,

One by one,

Blending into the royal blue of twilight.

The higher the train climbs,

The deeper and more sleep-inspiring the blue becomes.

As you finish your meal,

Ending it with a delicious,

Seasonal tart,

The attendant brings you another hot towel.

She clears away your dinnerware as the candles continue to flicker,

And the warm light of sconces illuminates the room.

She returns with stationery that contains tiny bits of autumn leaves and a fountain pen,

Explaining that many guests use this tranquil time to write down their thoughts,

Or perhaps craft a letter to send to themselves to meet them in the mailbox upon returning home.

Inspired by the beauty unfolding outside the windows,

You decide to write a letter to your future self,

Reflecting on the serene escape and anticipating how it will change you.

You urge your future self to remember this splendid moment,

To hold on to the peace and tranquility that this journey through autumn has gifted you.

As you write,

You realize how easy it has been to offer these kind words to another,

But how it feels a bit strange at first to write them to yourself.

But as you are in the longest relationship you have in this life with yourself,

There is something that feels good in crafting this letter of love and hope.

Looking after your future self with tenderness and care,

With the gentle rocking of the train and the soothing blue cast of twilight and the landscape outside,

You finish your letter,

Each word etching a memory of this enchanting voyage.

The train begins to descend the mountain,

Entering the golden lights of a village of traditional chalets and a glacier-formed lake.

The view inspires a sense of home that you write to your future self,

May be found wherever in life you go.

You carefully fold the stationery and place it in the envelope,

Addressing it to yourself,

From yourself.

A stamp has already been placed on the envelope,

Depicting a train traveling through a landscape lit by the harvest moon.

It feels serendipitous to look through the skylights as the full moon rises,

Mirroring the very image on the stamp.

The attendant comes to take your letter,

Promising to mail it from the station come morning and invites you to follow her to your sleeper car.

You rise and exit the lounge,

Following a narrow passageway with chrome and wood paneled walls to the front of the train.

The doors open into the suite,

Which is remarkably grand,

With understated luxury.

It somehow captures the essence of a farmhouse in the autumn fields,

With the glamour of a first-class train experience.

Your bags are stowed on an antique cherry wood luggage rack,

And the bed has been turned down with a silver tray of chocolates and a handwritten card placed on the pillow.

The attendant insists you ring the bell at any time,

Should you need something,

And then wishes you goodnight.

You take in the comforts of the room,

Settling into your temporary home.

Flames flicker in a gas fireplace,

Keeping the room warm as a cool breeze slips through the slightly cracked window.

The train continues its journey through moonlit vineyards,

As the green and brown vines take on its pearly silver sheen.

The ambience is most influenced by the varying sources of romantic light.

Hand-blown glass lamps sit on polished wooden nightstands,

And their warm light spills across the room in a myriad of purples,

Reds,

Oranges,

And golds,

Resembling the autumn leaves outside.

Ebony silk wallpaper covers the walls,

Where oil paintings depicting the harvest season hang,

Bouquets of wine-colored mums in crystal vases,

And a touch of autumn's rich palette to the room,

Their velvety petals capturing the essence of the season.

Curiosity implores you to peel back heavy,

Gold-braided,

Amethyst velvet drapes that hang in the corner,

To reveal a clawfoot bathtub in the back of the suite.

Surrounded by candles,

This deep tub beckons to you,

Offering a soothing indulgence as moonlight filters through the skylights.

You begin to fill the tub as the rushing,

Steamy water cascades out of a wide gold spout.

You remove an eyedropper from a bottle of bath oil labeled Autumn's Breath.

You add a few drops,

And all the enchanting elixirs of fall rise on the steam from the bath.

You then strike a match,

And light the candles around the tub.

As the train gently sways back and forth,

You settle into the warm comforts of the water,

Savoring the scents of floating and rocking in what seems to be a once in a lifetime experience.

An inflatable pillow cradles your head as you rest it against the tub's rim,

And allows you to gaze out at the passing landscape through the floor-to-ceiling windows,

Somewhere in the middle of nowhere,

Far away from human souls.

The landscape becomes sleepier and dreamier as you traverse through the countryside,

Speckled with changing leaves in the silhouette of jagged mountains.

You revel in experiencing the outside world from the luxurious comforts of a bath in motion.

With each sway of the train,

You are lulled into a state of profound relaxation.

The nutty,

Spicy,

And earthy notes of the season fill the air on a cloud of steam that rises out of the healing water.

The moon casts a silvery glow on the bathwater's surface,

A cool metallic luster that enhances the rich,

Flickering light of the candles.

As you soak in the bath,

Surrounded by the timeless decor and the spirit of autumn,

You feel a deep sense of contentment as you consider all the beautiful experiences a mind can craft and usher from a dream to reality.

This is a moment of pure indulgence that you have earned.

You close your eyes,

Letting the train's vibrations and the soothing warm water relieve any hint of tension in your muscles and joints.

You take your time,

Savoring each moment.

As your eyes out of the bath and towel off,

Flannel pajamas folded like a package and wrapped with a plaid,

Earth-toned ribbon wait for you on a vanity table.

You change into them and prepare for bed,

Even as your mind tries to fight sleep and take in the ever-changing vista for just a little bit longer.

You blow out the candles and return to the bed.

You pick up the ivory card from the pillow,

Inscribed in gold calligraphy with a Chinese proverb.

The journey is the reward.

You place the card on the bedside table and climb onto the pillow-top mattress,

Sinking into its cloud-inspired comfort as you turn off the lights with a switch.

The flames in the fireplace continue to dance,

And you will soon give in to the gentle vibrations and continuous rocking of the train,

Lulling you to sleep.

But you take one last chance to watch the world unfold outside,

As the train runs parallel with a sparkling sapphire river.

As a mist rises over the terrain,

Leaves fall all around,

Landing on the moonlit skylight before flying off and floating downriver.

They dance with the moonbeams,

Lustrous and vibrant,

While cast in the indigo blue of night.

And without effort,

Your eyes close like velvet curtains on your tired eyes,

As the shadows and light of the fire dance beyond them.

In this moment,

You carry the delight of this journey into the subconscious realm,

Encouraging autumn to paint the corners of your mind with its golden hues and cozy offerings,

As you surrender completely,

Finding comfort,

Finding bliss,

Finding repose,

Finding sleep.

It's time to dream away.

Good night.