12 Am Thoughts Novels & Stories

And it seems that in this generation , no one has known peace , I'm not special . I sigh and turn , desperate for a little nap before it hits 2 am . I check the time . It's only 11 PM . Are you kidding me ? I'm supposed to overthink for another 3 hours before it's time ? I whine and shove my face into the pillow .

The only thing on my mind was that message. Tomorrow. Dafe’s Cafe. 2pm.

the text read. I stopped for a while, thinking when would be the best time. I checked the time; it was a minute to eight. Amelia had said she was going to the library, and usually she went to the library around twelve. It was around the time I had my own lunch break, and I thought it was a good day to surprise her. “Today. Get him ready by 12,” I texted back before throwing my phone on the desk and pulling my chair closer to the screen. Excitement was bubbling inside me, and an excited man is a motivated man.

Axel declares as he rises from his seat and exits the room. As I take a quick break from my work, I can't help but notice the clock on the wall. The hands are pointing straight up at the number twelve, indicating that it's already noon. It's hard to believe that the morning has flown by so quickly, filled with a flurry of emails, meetings, and deadlines. My stomach grumbles in agreement, signaling that it's time for lunch.

I will certainly remember him next time when I see the flower tattoo that covered his entire back. Linda gave a quick nod and the car's engine was brought to life again. As soon as we hit the road, my imagination started to run wild. I began to picture how the interview would go. I even played a scene where I would be grossly embarrassed for coming late. Yes, sometimes, I deliberately hurt myself by thinking about terrible things. Once I halted my thoughts, I checked the time. 6:45 pm. I was at an advantage and I could make it provided...

Maybe the two of them would hit it off just fine. Alright, so he would pick Levi up at 12. Wait… why did that number seem so familiar? 🤔 Noah’s eyes dropped down to his wrist where his smartwatch was displaying the current time in big white numbers: 12:10 …Fuck.

I am not even sure whether I would believe what Lance said but do I have a choice? I checked the time. It is already 5 a.m. and I never slept yet. I went back to bed, close my eyes and tried to meditate. It was good to know that today is Saturday and I don't need to face other people. I'm sure I will look like a zombie if I go out. I tried to remove the diary out of my brain, I need to be energized tomorrow.

Sitting in class after lunch was almost a waste. My thoughts kept going back to the last twenty-four hours. It was hard for me to fathom that this time yesterday my last thoughts were I'd be some guy's playmate. But here I was and I couldn't get my mind off what we had done – what I had done.

Today felt different, like the start of something new. I reached for my iPad again, scrolling through my ideas for the next vlog. One idea caught my eye, a simple yet powerful concept: "Moments That Matter." It felt fitting, almost poetic, given the events of the past few days. I wanted to create something that celebrated the little things—the laughter over coffee, the encouragement from friends, the quiet victories that often go unnoticed.

Just one review from you and I'll be skipping to all my lectures today😭 I have an 8am lecture this morning. It's currently 1:43 and what am I doing? Staying up to write for you. Show me a little love will ya?💕 I really need to get my priorities right😂😭🥺