An Apple Sleep Experiment Novels & Stories

A solid seven and a half hours. There’s a notification on the lock screen. ECHO: Sleep Analysis Complete. I unlock the phone, squinting at the brightness. The app opens to a new dashboard I haven't seen before. Graphs of my heart rate, my REM cycles, my oxygen levels. It’s incredibly detailed. And at the bottom, a new section. Dream Journal Entry - Generated 4:12 AM I freeze. I didn't write a dream journal. I was unconscious. I tap the entry.

There was a constant mayhem inside his mind, making him feel restless. He close his eyes and pretended to be asleep so that Alex could go back to sleep. He wanted her to go back to sleep because the morning was fast approaching and she had the training to do. After some fifteen minutes of acting, the sound of her harsh breathing softened and they took a peek at her sleeping figure.

Sullivan pondered for a moment before he replied, "I'm not quite sure about that yet. The only thing certain is that something is indeed not quite right with you." "In that case, please check whether I’ve been hypnotized or not. If I was, when did it happen?" Julien said through gritted teeth. Dr. Sullivan stood up. "Of course. President Flint, please close your eyes while I check for you." "Alright." Julien nodded and closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, it was one hour later. He had slept for an hour. What surprised him was that he did not even know when he fell asleep. "How was it, Dr. Sullivan?" Julien's heart could not help but sink when he looked at the doctor, who was frown

And I really want to sleep because I was already talking a lot, it'll just make me even more confused I just closed my eyes, it would help, just trust me. About seven minutes I can also sleep hihi, see I've counted it pfft ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzZzZZZZZZzzzZZZzzzZzzzzzzzzzz *THE NEXT MORNING*

I make my way to his bedroom to see he's still asleep. I go to the kitchen, grab an apple and drag one of the chairs all the way to his bedroom. I place the chair right in front of his bed and prop up my legs right on his body. I pull my hood down and take a bite of the apple. Savouring the crisp taste and the delicious juice. All my food had been taken away, for my stupid error.

Vor I’m pacing back in forth in my study in the packhouse waiting to hear from Everleigh. I want to make sure it worked. We did an experiment with Wendy to make sure it worked before we did it with the guys. I made a potion for energy so Everleigh could sleep walk to Wendy and give it to her. Wendy was to drink it then try to fall back asleep before it took effect and kept her in the dream state. With in ten minutes Everleigh was waking up laughing. I looked at her with a lifted brow before my mate shot up in her bed jumping out and started doing jumping jacks and talking a mile a minute about things I couldn’t understand.

But Pablo remained silent. His hand hovered on top of the box as he waited for me to leave. Letting out a sigh, I made my way to the kitchen to fix something to eat. After a few minutes of thinking, I settled on an apple and went back upstairs once I was done. I pulled out my laptop and started work on my latest school project. I had worked for not more than an hour before I fell asleep. I woke up the next morning with aching limbs. I fell asleep in a strange position, so I wasn't surprised to wake up with sores.

The result was waking up in the same bed with her for days. "Shut the fuck up, stupid alarm!!!" She roared, staring at my ceiling. I heard a small moan from my left side. Scarlette and I instinctively froze. My neck snapped around and my heart almost jumped when I saw Apple sleeping on the bed next to me with her mouth open and saliva dried up at the side of her face. "Apple? What is she doing here?" "The most important question is how the hell is she still sleeping despite the loud incessant ringing?!" Scarlette shouted angrily. She threw her legs over mine and kicked Apple. "Wake up, you damn candy fairy," Apple yelped as she fell off the bed.

Sharing with Alice should be more harmonious than Olive imagined. Because the two can hardly meet each other at home. Alice had a healthy schedule and was very committed to beauty sleep. She slept for eight hours every day. She must go to bed before 11:00. When she woke up, she didn't make any noise, put on some makeup, and went out. Olive was so busy that she didn't have time to stay at home because she wanted to run the news. To her, her residence was basically just a place to sleep.

I picked up an apple from the fruit bowl on the counter and carried it up the stairs with me. I went back to my room, closed the door, and leaned against it, the apple clutched in my hand. I took a bite, the tart sweetness of the fruit almost too much to bear. I sat down on my bed, my back against the headboard, and closed my eyes. I was still feeling a bit under the weather, my head pounding and my skin pale. I felt tired, and exhausted from the tension in the house, from the lack of sleep, and the constant feeling of anxiety.