Bedtime Stories For Adults - The ORIGINAL story of Snow White

#storiesforadults #sleepstoryforgrownups #snowwhite Fall a sleep with this retelling of Snow White (Schneewittchen) by the Brothers Grimm. When I was a child this was one of my favorite stories to fall a sleep to. And as an adult I still fall a sleep when listening to these old stories as if my body still remembers the feeling from when I was a child. So to all my fellow insomnia sufferers, I hope this sleep story for adults works for you as well. Winter had settled over the kingdom, quiet and absolute. Snow covered the castle roofs, hung from the trees, and filled the air with a soft, endless drift that swallowed every sound. Inside those heavy walls, the queen sat alone by a window carved from black wood. She worked her needle through pale fabric, sewing in silence, her thoughts as cold and still as the garden below. When her needle slipped, a drop of blood fell onto the snow piled against the sill. The red was so bright, so alive, that it startled her. She looked at it for a long time and whispered a wish that seemed to rise from somewhere deeper than her own heart.“If only I had a child,” she said softly, “with skin as white as this snow, lips as red as this blood, and hair as black as this window frame.” It was a small wish, the kind that vanishes into the air and is forgotten. But in this castle, words carried weight. The wish took root, unseen and unstoppable. Months passed. The snow melted, flowers returned, and the queen’s belly began to grow. She smiled again for the first time in years, though she never spoke of her strange winter wish. When the child was born, the midwives gasped. The baby’s skin was pale as snow, her lips deep red, her hair black as polished ebony. The queen named her Snow White.