70 Years Passed When I Woke Up! Mga Nobela at Kwento

* * * Eve’s POV * * * * * * Aged 10 * * * I wake up and rub the sleep from my eyes, my body is programmed to wake at this time now. A year of waking up at the crack of dawn and I no longer need an alarm, or for Rose to knock on my door.

“It’s 2025.” Her lips parted. “What?” “You heard me.” She blinked rapidly, shaking her head, her voice a whisper of disbelief. “Are you trying to tell me I’ve been in a coma for seven years?” “No.” I stopped a few feet away, my gaze hard. “You weren’t in a coma. But a lot happened in those years. More than you remember. More than you want to believe.” Then I went ahead to tell her exactly what happened.

March 23rd 2273 Today, I woke up. It felt like barely a moment had gone by since I was frozen, but apparently it was over two-hundred and fifty years. Two-hundred and fifty years since I'd said goodbye to my husband and son. Now I was sat in a small room, dressed in a skin-tight leotard that somehow kept me warm despite being thin as paper. Now I had to try and adapt. I woke up only half an hour ago. Apparently I’d been in surgery for several days, but I’d been woken slowly, my body now perfectly healed.

RICHARD The memory of today's date hit me instantly as I woke up that morning, and with it came a heaviness I found very difficult to take off my chest. Sophie was two years old today. Two years old somewhere in Boston while I sat in Seattle pretending I had learned how to live a normal life.

I stayed in the bed for a moment. Fifteen years. The first morning of the beginning of after I got up.

Once I got to my room, I put the soda on the table and head to the bathroom. Stripping myself as I jumped into the spray of the shower, my tense muscles instantly feel relaxed. A lot had happened within those 7 years. I sighed as my mind wander around at the past. 7 years ago, I never thought I will be doing stuff like this. 7 years ago, I was a happy and bubbly girl that lit up everyplace I go. That always makes people laugh and feel comfortable with me. I closed my eyes, replaying the incident that happened that night. That makes me involved in this world.

When I finally roused enough to force myself free from the sweetest slumber I can recall in my twenty-four years of life, it took a bit of struggling to remember where I was. I sat up on the bed and swung my feet over its edge. They barely touched the floor. I didn’t recall being so small in it before, but then, I’d been pretty messed up with drugs and injuries. Injuries.

I may look older but I can still rock someone's world and have them act crazy on me like a toddler who lost their toys. "Where are you going?" Waen inquired while eating her breakfast. She's maybe surprised by the fact that I woke up early cause it's still pass 6 in the morning and this is not the usual time where I usually wake up back then, but it's ten years ago and just as I say this is the 2.0 version of me. "Oh! You don't know? It's time to reclaim what is mine." Surprisingly the spoon slide off her hands upon hearing my creepy narrative.

Beep-beep! Beep-beep! The bedside alarm went on for five seconds until I woke up and turned it off. Groaning, I slowly sat up and stretched my back, yawing tirelessly. I opened my eyes slightly to find myself in a small room. " Wha–where am I?" I said. I stiffened when I heard my voice. It wasn't weak and hoarse as it usually was. My voice sounded youthful and tough. My hands sharply went to my throat and I felt it. A strong Adams apple. There were no wrinkles on my flesh either.