Every night, the darkness allows the moon to shine so we can appreciate its true beauty. Just like the moon, know that you can shine during darker days too. Come join me tonight as I read to you “How the Moon Became Beautiful”.

Sometimes a good listener is all that we need. The truth is we all want to be heard and if we choose to see the colors around us, we must hear the voices they sing. Join me tonight on Sleeping Pill as I read to you “Voices of the Air” by Katherine Mansfield.

Have you ever tried playing with your shadow? Our imagination gets the best of us, sometimes. Join me tonight on Sleeping Pill as I read to you: “My Shadow” by Robert Louis Stevenson.

Too much of anything could be harmful to us if we don’t learn to balance things out and control ourselves. In this episode, let’s learn how too much of a good thing can be a bad thing as we prepare ourselves a warm bowl of “Sweet Porridge” by The Brothers Grimm. Rest well, little darlings.

There are just some days when you feel so down that you can’t get up in the morning, but it will be alright. After all, bad days don’t last forever. Join me tonight on Sleeping Pill as I read to you: “A Drowsy Day” by Paul Laurence Dunbar.

True optimism comes to life when everything starts to look messy–and even though change is hard to accept, sometimes we just have to look at the greater tomorrows. Join me tonight on Sleeping Pill as I read to you: The Optimist by J.W. Hammond.

The moon is out and the crimson stars have come to play. It’s almost time to go to bed and dream about tomorrow. Join me tonight on Sleeping Pill as I read to you Ella Higginson’s Dream-Time.

Being grateful always comes back twofold. In tonight’s episode of Sleeping Pill, I’ll teach you how to begin a practice of gratitude.

No one is perfect, each flaw makes us unique in our own way. Despite imperfections, to still be loved at the end of the day is bliss. Join me tonight on Sleeping Pill as I read to you Ask me Why I love You by Walter Everette Hawkins to remind us that we are loved.

To preserve is to appreciate, and one who can appreciate possesses true beauty. Summer will always come back and its warmth continues to linger. Join me tonight on Sleeping Pill as I read to you Midsummer by Leonie Adams.