Novel & Cerita An Apple Sleep Experiment

I awoke to find him already awake, propped on one elbow, watching me with an expression of quiet, focused wonder. “Your sleep cycle entered REM phase approximately twenty-two minutes ago,” he reported, his voice a soft rumble in the quiet room. “There was a ninety percent reduction in micro-awakenings compared to your baseline in the west wing. The co-location model appears to have an immediate positive effect on sleep quality.” I smiled, still half-swimming in the warmth of the sheets and his presence. “Good morning to you too.”

I should have asked more questions… And trusted Michael a lot less. “Yes and additionally, the three of us will be taking turns monitoring you, unless something else comes up. But now you need to rest. We are going to make sure you sleep quite a bit.” Roger said placing a pill in my palm. “This is a special sleeping medicine that Robert had brought from his office. It will let you sleep for about nine hours at a time with each pill. We will let you be up for an hour to eat and drink and then back down you go.” Is that too much sleep?

I woke to sunlight streaming through the bedroom windows and the smell of coffee. For a moment, I just lay there, disoriented by how rested I felt. Then I checked my phone. Nine-thirty in the morning. I had slept for over nine hours. Alex was sitting in the chair by the window, laptop balanced on his knees, already dressed for the day. He looked up when I stirred. "Good morning, sleeping beauty." "Why did you let me sleep so late?" "Because you needed it. Also because Sarah threatened to physically remove me from the apartment if I woke you up before nine." He set aside the laptop and brought me a cup of coffee. "How do you feel?"

I didn’t detect a hint of pain on his face, and I breathed a sigh of relief as I finally allowed myself to sink down onto the mattress, loving the softness of the blankets as I snuggled up to rest. My mates were boxing me in from both sides within a minute flat, their naked chests emanating enough heat to scorch me if I wasn’t careful. Excitement trickled through me to be so close to my true mates once more, but the emotion was dulled by all the other competing stimuli taking up the bulk of my awareness. Dreamland came swift that night, and it was easy to ignore the rumblings of hunger in the pit of my belly with the combination of apples, oak, figs, and brown sugar lulling me further into u

My mood changed drastically and Sebastian noticed this. He asked what was wrong with me and I didn't know if it was a good idea to tell him what was happening to me. -It's hard to explain. -You didn't sleep very well, did you? -Is it that noticeable? -Why can't you sleep, is something bothering you? -No, it's just that I can't get to sleep. -But I can tell you're tired, tell me what's wrong. -It's hard to explain. -I know I shouldn't interfere but it's wrong that you don't sleep, you're affecting your health.

Isla’s POV I sat on the edge of my bed, munching away the apple in my hands. I didn’t have much of an appetite for dinner. I decided to settle for something light and was glad when I picked up the apple from the dining table. Brenda didn’t bother acting like she normally does—trying to be a mother. Once I was done with my apple, I got myself ready for bed, changing into a silk night dress. As I settled into bed, drawing the covers over my body. I felt an uneasy feeling.

Besides, I had woken up ashamed of myself because of a wet dream I had about Alexander Kuiper. "I was in your room, but I didn't see you there. I only saw a basket of fresh apples on the table," I shifted as she sat next to me on the grass. She kept on talking, one of her hands across my shoulder. "Did you harvest the apples yourself?" She asked.

I found a chair that was probably older than I was and sat down and loaded the game and looked between the screens. Waiting was the part most people did not understand about this work. They thought it was always moving fast. Sometimes it was. Most of the time it was sitting in a garage at two in the morning watching men sleep and eating whatever was in your kit because you had not had a proper meal since morning and the next phase could not start until the subjects were conscious enough to have a conversation. I pulled out a ration bar and ate it without enthusiasm. On the left screen Washington shifted. His hand moved first. Then his head. The specific slow surfacing of someone coming up fr

It has been a week since their 'movie marathon in a nest' date and since then, No food stays in Irish's stomach for more than 1 hour. Surprising, Apple and peaches are the only food that her body has accepted. Irish is frustrated, and Aaron is all calm, and that is even more frustrating. Irish climbed in the bed, taking a duvet over her body. "Come to bed already. " Irish said in a steady, stiff voice. The bed aka nest was comfy, super comfy even the Alpha agrees.

Shoving the newspaper aside, he looked at his Rolex watch and commanded strictly, “At half-past four, you caught the apple with your hand. By quarter to six, I want you to hold it firmly with your mind,” “Absolutely sir,” “Now gobble it up fast and be ready,” he ordered, placing few more apples on the table. “We resume the previous drill and pick up where we left off,”