It's the sound of two little girls, safe and snug, tucked in their beds after a day of picnicking at the park.
It's the whhrrr-whhrr-whhrr of the dishwasher running in the kitchen.
It's the sound of pages turning in a book.
I have three books that I just checked out from the library that are calling my name (FYI - I haven't started reading them yet) - The Woman Who Attracted Money, The Dream Manager, and Reading the OED: One Man, One Year, 21,730 Pages.
What books are on your nightstand?