70 Years Passed When I Woke Up! 소설 & 이야기

Adam pov I woke up too slowly. That was the first thing that felt wrong. I didn’t snap awake or sit up with my hand already reaching for my phone. I didn’t hear a sound in the hallway and come back to myself with my heart running before my brain caught up. I opened my eyes like a normal person, blinking at the ceiling, my body heavy against the mattress. At first, I didn’t move and then I sat up fast. The room was too bright. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and checked the time. My fingers stopped around the screen. Ten hours. I stared at it, that wasn’t possible.

“What year is it?” He blinked, clearly confused. “2023.” Silence filled the room. I let go of his arm. My fingers trembled. My heart pounded so loud I could hear it in my ears. I wasn’t dying anymore. I wasn’t in 2026. I had gone back. Three full years. I sat back down on the bed slowly. Dr. Gideon asked if I was alright, but I barely heard him. He left after a minute, saying he would send a nurse to check on me.

And for that, you could trick me like a fool, disappear for five years, watch my son and me suffer without lifting a finger? I laughed bitterly. Perhaps his words were just another tease, treating me like a fool. I lowered my head and pushed him away. "I'm tired. I want to sleep." He watched my retreating back, one hand on his hip, an unexplainable irritation stirring in him. When I woke, it was evening. I stared blankly out the window. How many years had passed since I could lie down without worry? I couldn't remember. All I knew was that for as long as I could recall, waking up meant going straight to work, never allowing myself a single pause.

Or maybe I was simply too tired of being a grown woman who had to know every password, every child’s schedule, every crack in her own life. I slept without dreaming. Then I woke up at 3:07 a.m. with a dry throat and my hair stuck to my cheek. I stared at the bedroom ceiling for a few seconds, trying to remember who I was, what planet this was, and why my mouth felt like I had just licked an envelope.

Carlos' I yawned out of bed, stretching my arms and legs. The alarm kept crying its noisy voice into my ears. How could morning dawn so fast, when I barely slept last night. As I blinked my eyes open, it stumbled upon the broken clock. I had smashed that clock a billion times but still yet it wouldn't give up on me. 10:00am! I exclaimed, jumping out of bed. What the hell! I thought I have a bodyguard now.

HIS TRUTH *********************** NARRATORS POV *********************** It’s almost a month now since I woke up from my coma according to Justine I was unconscious for two weeks. The problem now is that I can’t remember a thing about my past, even my name. Justine told me I said my name was Julia when I woke up briefly after two weeks with my memory intact after that day, I had complete memory loss.

She leaps into the air, catches the wolf by the neck, and begins shaking it back and forth. “Ahh!” I shout as I snap awake from a dead sleep. I'm sweating from my head to my toes. Another memory or something I don't know. This is not the first time I have had a blurry dream. Who's that woman? What's that voice inside of me? Questions that only time can tell and answer. It's been over four hundred years since that night, and I'm still me, never getting old, I stayed looking like eighteen, but in reality, I'm four hundred and eighteen years old, I get old by numbers and age but not in body or flesh.

I didn't wait for him to come back. I had already slept off. . . . I eventually woke up hours later. Yawning, I blinked my eyes open and stared around. The room was really bright and one glance at the wall clock told me it was mid-mornning. How long did I sleep? I tried to sit up but my body protested the movement, reminding me of what I had terribly forgotten. Gosh, I was even tingling in places I didn't even know existed!

It was at times like this that I wished I had a mum to talk sense into me and take care of me. Being an orphan since I was merely six years old was surely awful. It had been almost twenty-one years already since my parents died in a car crash but the painful memories were still vivid in my head like a fresh injury. I huffed and shook my head to get the misery out of myself before it took over my mood for the day as I glanced down at my Rolex wristwatch. I gasped in shock when I saw that it was already four in the evening. How had I slept like a drunk for almost ten hours–well figuratively, I was a drunk, I mean I drank three bottles of Dalmore, so yeah.

Ten years later ~~~~~ Orla's POV I woke up as the sunlight fall on my face. I found it difficult to open my eyes directly so I sat up on the bed, stretched my body, yawned, and opened my eyes with a wide smile on my lips. Ten years! It's been ten years since I and Angus became one. From that day he is taking care of me like a baby, making sure that I am not waking up and sleeping without a smile on my face.