Before I Wake Novels & Stories

Waiting. Remembering. Preparing to wake.

Vibrant reds, blush pinks with soft purple undertones and calm light blues. All gathered together to bask in the sun's golden glory. The sheer beauty of it brought tears to my eyes, it was the most beautiful sun rise I'd ever seen. The glorious dawn that chased away the night's shadows. This was the sun rise of June 21, 1874. The morning of my execution. The glorious dawn of the beginning of my end! The Night Before 526!

ANDERA THE NEXT MORNING I woke up myself since I didn't set an alarm last night. I thought I would be dreaming and I was going to wake up this morning but it turns out to be a lie. It's the real life. I checked the time on my phone and realized I am an hour late to my usual wake up time. I jumped off the bed and ran into the bathroom. I took a quick shower, then ran into the dressing room to find something to wear.

“M…ies….My dearest…Wake up…Morning..”. (Maria Scheiber) “Enm?…Maria?….Morning..”. I was waken up by Maria, naturally gently of course. It was nice waking up to her calling, it was somewhat calming to hear her voice right now. It was surprising to see she wakes up earlier than me, after all last night, we both were doing it until we were both spent. And Ultimately I were fast asleep whilst cuddling with her.

That’s my hack for my teddy’s so they do not fall off the bed. Call me a crazy person , but I seemly know that I have woken up earlier than my alarm has. I just relish the few minutes I have to cuddle up before having to face the world – the world of the unexpected ; you do not know what you are up against when you walk this earth.

I awoke before dawn, sunlight yet to touch the studio windows. My eyes opened to the muted glow of early morning, and for a moment I paused, savoring the silence before the world stirred. I rose from the bed, my body moving almost on instinct, guided by months of routine, purpose, and resolve.

Zade When I wake, I feel like utter shit—not that it’s anything new. I always feel like this when I wake. Dragging myself out of bed, I stagger into the bathroom. A cold shower jolts me awake, not to clean myself, but to shock my mind into starting. It does little for the filth that clings to my soul, but at least it wakes me up. Afterward, I throw on some joggers and head to the gym.

Before I could finish, he cut me off impatiently, "Yeah, work's calling. I have to go." He rushed out the door, and I didn't press him further. However, my doubts grew heavier. Was he really that busy? I followed him, and that was when I saw the happy family scene I had just described. I lifted my numb fingers and hit record, capturing the entire scene in front of me. When I returned home, I locked myself in my room and played the video on repeat. While I lay unconscious, someone else had quietly taken my place. What was the point of waking up at all?

"Because I know you. If I don't wake you up now, you won't get up on time." She was right. I was not a morning person. I could sleep through a hurricane. If it wasn't for her waking me up in the morning every day, I would probably get to the office in the afternoon, or not at all. I groaned again, rubbed the sleep from my eyes and got up.

TAYLOR* I woke to Wade nuzzling my neck with his nose. How had he managed to wake up before me; he was usually the last one to wake up, and it would be because I waited until the last possible moment to do whatever I could to get him out of bed. "Wake up, baby, we have a surprise for you," Wade whispered. "Let me go to the bathroom real fast; I'll be right back," I said, then yawned and stretched.