70 Years Passed When I Woke Up! Novels & Stories

“It's seven pm, we've been here for almost an hour.” I looked at them in surprise for a while before looking away from the microwave and confirming what they were saying. "Good heavens, I slept a lot...” "It was only fair for you to rest,” Gena commented next to me, "You have hardly slept since the accident." "But now he woke up,” I murmured smiling for the first time since my birthday party ended. "He woke up...” I broke into a strange cry, half hysterical laughter, half heartbroken cry.

Sade I woke up. My body’s alarm clock was set, despite the fact I had only fallen asleep a couple of hours ago. I turned my head to see Trent’s peaceful face. He was still sound asleep. I was not going to get out of bed. The internal alarm clock was just going to have to shut up. The blanket was around my waist, exposing my arms. The AC was working overtime, and I was suddenly freezing.

I wake up the next morning, shocked that I slept so well. It’s been a long time since I haven’t woken up listening for someone to bang on my door in the middle of the night or try to break in to get us. At first when I wake, I’m completely disoriented. It takes me a moment to remember everything that happened yesterday. Has it really only been one day? I can’t believe that less than 24 hours ago, I was putting Meadow and Tate on a bus. It feels like I lived a week in the last day.

, he said with a mischievous smirk as he pulled a chair over and sat right in front of me. " How are you still alive?", I asked now having more rage in me than fear. Like, I really detested the sight of this guy! " It's quite the long story", he said, " frankly, I did think I was dead. Then I woke up at the hospital. Turns out I was lucky and instead of dying, entered into a coma for a year. I miraculously woke up last year and the only thing on my mind was to return the favor" ,he said.

he snaps his finger on my face. “Yeah. You’re alive!” “Yes, I am. Just trapped inside that notebook for fifty years. But thanks to you, I am free.” “Oh,” I actually don’t know what to say. I shook my head and slapped my face to check if I was sleeping. But that hurts, so I am wide awake.

Mary's pov. Twenty-seven minutes had passed since I collapsed under the weight of tragic news and when I woke up, disoriented. The twins and Jane were hovering above me as I lay on the bed. Confused, memories about Johnson's hospital call flooded my mind suddenly causing an overwhelming urge to escape from all this sorrow.

WINTER A cloak of ice dropped on my body seconds before a chippy voice woke me from my hundredth slumber. "Wake up, sleepyhead!" I stirred awake, only to find my body soaked. My teeth clattered as I looked at the pool of water I was lying in. I raised my head, only to find Seven staring at me with a bucket in his hand. "Seven..." I called out weakly. With a creepy smile, he waved at me. "Long time no see!"

I glanced at the clock, 17:55 displayed in bright red. I woke with a start as Techno music blared in the tiny space and a growl left my chest making the door rattle. I glanced at the clock 12:20 and literally got excited, I’d slept for almost 5 hours, this was almost over and soon I’ll be out of here. My stomach growled for the very first time and I laughed, “you’ll be okay and the moment we get out of here, Scarlett will provide us with a fresh kill.”

I shouted a sermon to Harris. “What? Will we just stand up here, and gaze at each other? I don’t even care with explanations anymore! Because I am so much greatful that I lost my consciousness and slept for ten years, just to remember my past when I finally was able to wake up!” Informing them about my dreams when I was asleep.

At least that was what I thought initially. Then my eyes caught the empty chip bags scattered across the bedside table. I stared at them for a moment before a small breath escaped me. So he had definitely woken up at some point. I moved closer quietly, brushing a few curls away from his forehead before straightening again. My gaze drifted toward the window afterward, toward the city lights stretching endlessly beyond the glass. And before I could stop myself— I thought about him again. Denver. Seven years. Seven whole years, and somehow he still walked into a room like he owned every part of it.