(A1-A2) 🟢 Quiet Days in a Planetarium | A Cozy 9-Min Beginner English Story

Welcome to Listen and Learn English Channel. Don't forget to subscribe and give us a like. Your story is about to begin. My name is Leo. I work at a small planetarium in a quiet town. The building is round, blue, and full of stars. Even during the day. I have worked here for 12 years. I never get tired of it. I arrive every morning at 8. The sky outside is usually grey. But inside, it is always full of stars. I unlock the doors and turn on the soft lights. They glow like moons under my feet. I clean the glass dome with a long brush. It is shaped like a spoon. I move slowly so the dust doesn't fly. When the dome shines, I feel like I'm inside a bubble. At 9, I make cocoa in a little silver pot. I drink it near the projector. The big black machine that throws stars onto the ceiling. I call it Orion. It makes a quiet hum, like it's breathing. Children visit on Thursdays. Today is Tuesday. It is quiet. I play soft music, piano, like water on glass, and sit in the middle row. I press a button and the room turns dark. Then, stars appear. White dots, blue dots, one red. They spin slowly. The room feels like space, but gentle. A couple comes in. They're old and walk slowly. Is it okay to sit for a while? The woman asks. I nod and smile. They sit in silence under the stars. He holds her hand. I don't speak. The stars say, enough. At lunch, I eat a sandwich. An orange slice is in the back room. There's a picture of my grandmother there in a silver frame. She loved the night sky. She gave me my first telescope when I was eight. I still have it. In the afternoon, I test the moonlight show. I turn the dial and a big moon rises on the dome. It looks soft and close. I sit on the floor to watch it. I take a deep breath. The room smells like paper, metal, and light. Before closing, I write in the guestbook. Quiet day. Kokomusho worked well. Two visitors. One smile. As I leave, the outside sky is dark now, but I feel full of light. I lock the door and look up. Real stars twinkle above me. I whisper goodnight to them. Then I walk home slowly, my hands warm in my coat pockets. This is my life inside the planetarium. Still, gentle, full of small galaxies. Now, listen and repeat every sentence. Have you already liked the video and subscribed to the channel? It's five seconds that will save your daily progress. Listen and repeat. My name is Leo. I work at a small planetarium in a quiet town. The building is round, blue, and full of stars, even during the day. I have worked here for 12 years. I never get tired of it. I arrive every morning at eight. The sky outside is usually gray, but inside it is always full of stars. I unlock the doors and turn on the soft light. They glow like moons under my feet. I clean the glass dome with a long brush. It is shaped like a spoon. I move slowly so the dust doesn't fly. When the dome shines, I feel like E.M. inside a bubble. At nine, I make cocoa in a little silver pot. I drink it near the projector, the big black machine that throws stars onto the ceiling. I call it Orion. It makes a quiet hum, like it's breathing. Children visit on Thursdays. Today is Tuesday. It is quiet. I play soft music, piano like water on glass and sit in the middle row. I press a button and the room turns dark. Then stars appear, white dots, blue dots, one red. They spin slowly. The room feels like space, but gentle. A couple comes in. They are old and walk slowly. Is it okay to sit for a while? The woman asks. I nod and smile. They sit in silence under the stars. He holds her hand. I don't speak. The stars say, enough. At lunch, I eat a sandwich and orange slices in the back room. There is a picture of my grandmother there in a silver frame. She loved the night sky. She gave me my first telescope when I was eight. I still have it. In the afternoon, I test the moonlight show. I turn the dial and a big moon rises on the dome. It looks soft and close. I sit on the floor to watch it. I take a deep breath. The room smells like paper, metal, and light. Before closing, I write in the guestbook. Quiet day. Coco. Moon show worked well. Two visitors. One smile. As I leave, the outside sky is dark now, but I feel full of light. I lock the door and look up. Real stars twinkle above me. I whisper goodnight to them. Then I walk home slowly, my hands warm in my coat pockets. This is my life inside the planetarium. Still, gentle, full of small galaxies.