Let your mind wander free through any possible summer scenario while you spend some quality time relaxing and just enjoying the sunshine with your Comfort Character. Intended as a generic ambience, this video includes the sounds of distant waves against the coast you're driving along, with the crackle of the radio and the rather comforting sounds of the vehicle around you. This upload does contain some classic 80s to keep you and your Character company as you continue along to your destination!

Where are you headed on this sunny summer afternoon?

My other Comfort Character (CC) Uploads:

- A 1950s Beach

https://open.spotify.com/episode/6p1A0ojquVzOXJEFXUZM7I?si=9205392ed52a4f20

- Cooking on a Cozy Morning

https://open.spotify.com/episode/1xt6wnJHF3EUROQNXOByob?si=22b84212ea7f4c10

- Spending a Rainy Night Camping

https://open.spotify.com/episode/1M3PRoNCUcP4Vq2XjheLZx?si=a8dc642160be4757

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*Early Upload!!*

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All of these songs plus more: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7eXeamZrrNpJkIUyy9n1qE?si=4b82db139f054559

Let your mind wander free through any possible scenario while you spend some time relaxing and maybe catching some shut eye on a train with your Comfort Character. Intended as a generic study/work or sleep ambience, this video includes the comforting sound of rain against the window, distant chatter, and the sound of you and your Character settling in for the journey ahead. This upload does not contain music.

Where is this train taking you?

My other Comfort Character (CC) Uploads:

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I own no rights to any sounds used in this video! I simply just compiled them into this soundscape! The image is also not mine! 

This audio is great to play in the background to help sleep, study, or simply relax!

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My Website (Containing my socials + Contact info + Idea submission forms + other awesome, free stuff!)

https://sites.google.com/view/kaila-falcon

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Thumbnail Image from Jennifer Latuperisa-Andresen on Unsplash: https://unsplash.com/photos/VVMegz6DWpM

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None of these sounds, songs or images used to make this are mine. All credit goes to every single rightful owner.  

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Story written by me! My Wattpad: @Kaila_Falcon

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Story written by me! My Wattpad: @Kaila_Falcon

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A *podcast only exclusive* that is completely self indulgent! No idea why I felt compelled to make this, but I did! Beginning at 5 minutes and 45 seconds in, the SpaceX Starship Update from February 2022 (https://www.youtube.com/live/3N7L8Xhkzqo?feature=share) will be playing in the background to keep you company! You’ll also be accompanied by rain, distant thunder, light traffic and some tunes from Test Shot Starfish! (https://open.spotify.com/artist/0YUntKeRMwfY3aoFZi6YX6?si=mII990zgSwme4-7bT6CMlw)

 (Early upload! Enjoy!)

Story written by Ahsoka-2Sabers on Wattpad! Link: https://www.wattpad.com/user/Ahsoka-2Sabers

The door shuts and locks behind you and you finally can breathe. It’s hard to believe it was only a few days ago a young amnesiac paid you ten thousand dollars to drive him to Paris. It was stupid. A stranger pays you a large sum of money–in cash upfront–to drive him alone to his house. You should have known better, but you were desperate. Now you’re on the run because whoever is chasing Bourne has your picture, your life, and is after you, too. Your fingers comb through your rain-soaked, newly chopped and dyed hair. This is your life now. You shrug off your bag with the few possessions you took from your car and let it thump on the floor. Grabbing your most comfortable clothes, you rush to the bathroom and work through your routine as quickly as possible, eager for the long-awaited rest. You exit five minutes later to find Jason sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed. Blue eyes stare into nothing, head tilted as he listens. He snaps out of it to look at you. A soft, almost awkward smile tugs at his lips. “I’ll take the floor,” he says, laying back on the rug before you could protest. It’s cold and the hotel provides little heat. You could have met anyone when you accepted that ten thousand dollars. You were lucky enough to meet a gentleman. A gentleman tormented by a past he can’t remember. Ever since you’ve known Jason, he’s been determined, eager to figure out who he is. Today, he seems… defeated, lost, confused. You wonder if he remembered something. You leave him to his thoughts as you crawl into bed, wishing there was more you could do. You whisper goodnight and it’s answered by silence. Running water through a faucet draws you to wakefulness. You blink away the heavy drowsiness and throw the sheets aside. You make your presence known as you approach the bathroom. Jason is leaning over the sink, knuckles turning white around the porcelain. Sweat pours off of his shaking frame. He looks at you through the mirror and your heart aches for the anguish you see. “Jason…” “I don’t want to know who I am anymore.” His whispers are broken, raw. You step closer and touch his shoulder. The muscles twitch beneath your cold fingers, but he doesn’t pull away. “I don’t care. I don’t want to know.” “Come back to bed. We’ll–” “Everything I found out. I want to forget.” “It’s okay.” “I don’t care who I am or what I did.” “It’s okay,” you repeat helplessly, unable to find the magic words to take his pain away. Jason turns to you, expression sharp with a sudden idea. “We have the money. We can hide. Could we do that? Is there any chance you can do that?” Warmth floods your chilled body. We. For a moment, you fantasize the idea. It wouldn’t be much different from now. You would be constantly on the run. No home, no place to stay. More drafty hotel rooms like this one. Always looking over your shoulder, always listening, always watching. Good thing you were a wandering spirit, never settling in one place for long. It would be difficult, but you would have him. “Maybe,” you say instead, kissing his cheek. “Come back to bed. You need sleep.” He lets you lead him back into the room. He pauses before the rug on the floor, so you nudge him to the bed. You both crawl in, the small space forcing you together. It was not unlike another hotel room in Paris on another cold night, yet also so different.  You switch on the radio on your nightstand and let classical music fill the room. Immediately, Jason leans over and tries to turn it off. “The music. I can’t hear–” “Shhh,” you soothe him as you turn the volume down to the lowest setting. “It’s okay. I’ll turn it off once you’re asleep. Just relax.” You rub circles around his back and eventually you see the tension leave his body. A few moments later, you hear his soft, deep breaths of sleep. You listen, comforted by it. This is your life now.

(Early upload! Enjoy!)

Story written by Ahsoka-2Sabers on Wattpad! Link: https://www.wattpad.com/user/Ahsoka-2Sabers

The door shuts and locks behind you and you finally can breathe. It’s hard to believe it was only a few days ago a young amnesiac paid you ten thousand dollars to drive him to Paris. It was stupid. A stranger pays you a large sum of money–in cash upfront–to drive him alone to his house. You should have known better, but you were desperate. Now you’re on the run because whoever is chasing Bourne has your picture, your life, and is after you, too. Your fingers comb through your rain-soaked, newly chopped and dyed hair. This is your life now. You shrug off your bag with the few possessions you took from your car and let it thump on the floor. Grabbing your most comfortable clothes, you rush to the bathroom and work through your routine as quickly as possible, eager for the long-awaited rest. You exit five minutes later to find Jason sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed. Blue eyes stare into nothing, head tilted as he listens. He snaps out of it to look at you. A soft, almost awkward smile tugs at his lips. “I’ll take the floor,” he says, laying back on the rug before you could protest. It’s cold and the hotel provides little heat. You could have met anyone when you accepted that ten thousand dollars. You were lucky enough to meet a gentleman. A gentleman tormented by a past he can’t remember. Ever since you’ve known Jason, he’s been determined, eager to figure out who he is. Today, he seems… defeated, lost, confused. You wonder if he remembered something. You leave him to his thoughts as you crawl into bed, wishing there was more you could do. You whisper goodnight and it’s answered by silence. Running water through a faucet draws you to wakefulness. You blink away the heavy drowsiness and throw the sheets aside. You make your presence known as you approach the bathroom. Jason is leaning over the sink, knuckles turning white around the porcelain. Sweat pours off of his shaking frame. He looks at you through the mirror and your heart aches for the anguish you see. “Jason…” “I don’t want to know who I am anymore.” His whispers are broken, raw. You step closer and touch his shoulder. The muscles twitch beneath your cold fingers, but he doesn’t pull away. “I don’t care. I don’t want to know.” “Come back to bed. We’ll–” “Everything I found out. I want to forget.” “It’s okay.” “I don’t care who I am or what I did.” “It’s okay,” you repeat helplessly, unable to find the magic words to take his pain away. Jason turns to you, expression sharp with a sudden idea. “We have the money. We can hide. Could we do that? Is there any chance you can do that?” Warmth floods your chilled body. We. For a moment, you fantasize the idea. It wouldn’t be much different from now. You would be constantly on the run. No home, no place to stay. More drafty hotel rooms like this one. Always looking over your shoulder, always listening, always watching. Good thing you were a wandering spirit, never settling in one place for long. It would be difficult, but you would have him. “Maybe,” you say instead, kissing his cheek. “Come back to bed. You need sleep.” He lets you lead him back into the room. He pauses before the rug on the floor, so you nudge him to the bed. You both crawl in, the small space forcing you together. It was not unlike another hotel room in Paris on another cold night, yet also so different.  You switch on the radio on your nightstand and let classical music fill the room. Immediately, Jason leans over and tries to turn it off. “The music. I can’t hear–” “Shhh,” you soothe him as you turn the volume down to the lowest setting. “It’s okay. I’ll turn it off once you’re asleep. Just relax.” You rub circles around his back and eventually you see the tension leave his body. A few moments later, you hear his soft, deep breaths of sleep. You listen, comforted by it. This is your life now.

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(Story written by me! Check me out on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/Kaila_Falcon)

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It was a surprise when he’d showed up on your doorstep, completely unannounced, claiming he needed to talk to you. About what? You’re still not too sure. All you do know is that you’d somehow managed to end up not too far from the runway the pilot at your side practically calls home. It has been a short ride to where you are now, lying on your back against a blanket you’d nabbed before you’d left, your gaze wandering the heavens gradually coming to life as the Sun sets. Crickets, the distant ocean waves and traffic all blend into one relaxing sound, coupled with the odd overhead fighter jet passing by. You needed this - life’s been busy. And now, as you shift closer to the man at your side, a certain set of emotions settle within you, a notebook and pencil in his grasp. “A rolling reversal might work,” You suggest, glancing at the poorly printed diagram the pilot is peering at in the dying light. At this, Pete Mitchell nods thoughtfully, passing you a rather impressed and surprised look. “If I reversed on a hard cross, I could immediately go to guns on him,” Comes the reply, his hands mimicking the plane’s actions. “That sounds a bit too aggressive. The one they call Maverick just chuckles, a smirk tugging at the edges of his lips. “Too aggressive,” He repeats softly, grin broadening. “Yeah, I guess when I see somethin’ I go right after it.” The pilot’s voice trails off, a note being scribbled on the piece of paper before it’s tossed aside, attention now solely focused on you. “You didn’t tell me who you were the other night.” Now it’s your turn to chuckle, memories of the rather sharply dressed figure deciding to make his move on you in that bar coming to the forefront. “You didn’t really give me a chance to.” “I know. But, uh… you were tempted…” You raise an eyebrow questioningly, almost in disbelief. “To ask me out for dinner.” All you can do is huff a chuckle, a blush adorning your cheeks. “Maybe sometime later, but you beat me to it, showing up tonight, out of the blue.” Maverick just grins, once more picking up his notebook and scribbling a last few notes before tuning the radio settled between the pair of you, the soothing melodies beginning to play. Something settles in the silence between you both as the song continues, with Pete finally breaking the silence, his features suddenly a lot closer than you’d last recalled. “It’s gonna be complicated. You know, on the first one, I crashed and burned.” Your blush deepens as he speaks, your gaze involuntarily darting to his lips and then back to his eyes. “And the second?” You barely manage to muse, your voice so small it makes your heart skip as he nears, tone lowering into a certain playfulness, his gaze glimmering with a well-intended mischief. “I don’t know. But, it’s lookin’ good so far.” And from there, the night stretches on into a calm bliss, the stars finally beginning to twinkle with the comforting darkness as jet after jet continues to take off and land. This certainly is an evening you won't be forgetting for quite some time.

Let your mind wander free through any possible scenario while you spend some time working from home with your Comfort Character. Intended as a generic study and/or work ambience, this video includes the comforting sound of rain against the window, distant traffic, and the odd sound of you and your Comfort Character tapping away against a keyboard or scribbling in a notebook. This upload also contains some lo-fi / other instrumentals for concentration and focus! 

What are you working on today?

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