Anthology Melody Bedding Novels & Stories

"Fiona stuttered going outta the room Melanie locked the door and then stared at the room;it was stupidly big,with a large queen sized bed,a big plasma tv, shelves carrying different varieties of shoes and footwear,5 big wardrobes and painted black "My life" Melanie muttered crying sliently. She sniffed and wiped her tears away "It's for mum,for dad "she repeated and walked into the bathroom Morning** The banging on the door repeatedly jerked Melanie from sleep,she got down from the bed and walked to the door "Good morning Ms" Michelle greeted sweetly. Melanie stared at her briefly "Morning" she replied flatly. "Come down for your breakfast please" she added with a sweet smile "Okay" Melanie

I think I slept briefly after staying on my phone, trying to engage myself with a game, just to stop myself from constantly checking the time, which appeared to be moving very slowly. "It's a good thing I came over last night," Melody said, pulling the blanket off me. I was quickly hit by the cold wind from the open window, and the light from the drawn curtains played on my face as Melody further drew them apart, allowing in more light. I smiled and sat up on the bed, stretching and yawning. My fully open, bright eyes fell on Melody's tall suitcase-looking bag, which she found a place to put. My smile broadened, knowing that was Melody's makeup bag. I pulled myself to the edge of the bed.

Despite the reassurance, Moon’s face still holds disappointment as she heads upstairs. “Melanie, you can stay in the guest room tonight if you’d like,” Mom offers. “Thank you,” Melanie says with a slight smile. “Of course.” Mom squeezes Mel’s hand before standing up. “Jaxon, can you show her to her room? I am exhausted from all that dancing!” After she disappears upstairs and I hear her door shut, Melanie follows me through the house to the guest bedroom. I open the door and flick on the light, instantly greeted by the aromatic scent of vanilla. The walls are painted lavender, my mom’s favorite color. A queen-sized bed with gray bedding and a silver-metal headboard dominates the room. Each s

Luminous rays of sunlight streamed into the room though the unusually open window beside the bright peach vanity table announcing the arrival of a brand new summer day. Melanie Campbell blinked and turned in the fine solid oaken twin bed and shielded my date from the sunlight with a mauve pillow that matched the silk bedding. Her stomach growled noisily as she sat up drowsy, yawning and stretching. She swung her legs off the bed and began a zombie like trudge to the en-suite bathroom. She relaxed onto the toilet seat and relieved herself of the unnecessary fluids while running her eyes vigorously.

By that time they got home, Melody was too tired to move so she directly walked to her room and fell back on her bed to get a much needed sleep When she woke up it was dark already, she rolled on her side and squinted when she saw the shopping bags in her room She got up and walked towards it and on opening it she saw that it was filled with the things Rebecca bought when they went shopping together ' why is it here? ' Melody thought as she stood up straight

***** Melody’s POV “Meh! Meh!” Lucy called from the bassinet, her sounds of desperation making me jolt awake with a start. I gently extricated myself from Teddy’s embrace as I slipped out of the bed and over to her, picking her up and walking gently over to the chair in the corner.

I teased and she shot me a glare that made me laugh out before remembering it was about 3am. Next Charlie puth/wiz khalifa – see you again. She sighed and returned to the bed. ‘This one doesn’t tickle your fancy?’ I teased. ‘One more word from you Rodriguez and I will push you out that window to your thorny friends’. I made a zipping motion across my lips ‘You have three options; share the bed, sleep on the floor or go home’. ‘Why can’t you just get me a duvet or something?’ ‘What? Scared I’ll jump you?’

She stood by the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the pillows. "Hey," I murmured, stepping into the room and closing the door softly behind me. She looked up, blinking through her fatigue. "I'm just... my brain won't turn off." I walked over to the sound system tucked against the bookshelf, plugged my phone into the auxiliary cord, and pulled up a low, ambient playlist...a mix of slow, heavy instrumental piano and soft acoustic tracks designed to drown out the world. The rich, calming notes of a melancholic melody filled the bedroom, wrapping around the silence like a blanket.

Tired of the war, the crown, of spending entire years sleeping alone because turning distance into a habit seemed safer. I slowly exhaled through my nose before finally giving up. I moved closer to her in the bed, pulling her small body against mine until I felt her warmth through the thin fabric of the nightgown she wore. Melany murmured something incomprehensible in her sleep, but she didn’t wake. She only moved instinctively closer, as though her body recognized mine even while asleep.