Before I Wake Novels & Stories

Morning is a private religion when you live in love’s hush, and today the altar is our bed. Marcus wakes before me, as if the world has trained his body to arrive early wherever I am. He watches me with that look that first made me forget how to breathe — like I am the best decision he’s ever made and he wants to memorize me all over again.

BASH I wake up when Trinity whines beside me. I’m sure she had a bad dream, which is weird because since we sleep together, she never wakes me up because of a nightmare. I rub my half-opened eyes and sit up on our bed. I nudge her shoulder slowly, but she doesn’t budge, her whine gets stronger. “Trinity, wake up, baby,” I say as I continue nudging her shoulders. She jolts awake, throwing the blanket away. Her eyes widen, and her face fills with shock.

Ari I woke up to the gentle touch of sunlight on my face, signaling that morning had arrived. The sounds of birds chirping and fellow omegas bustling about filled the air as they prepared for the day ahead. With a sigh, I rose from bed, a heaviness lingering from the tears shed the night before.

he whispers in my ear, his breath tickling my skin. Next thing I know. I am waking up in the very early hours of my morning. Jaxson asleep next to me. Shit.

★。＼｜／。★ VANESSA DAVIS ★。／｜＼。★ The next morning, I woke up before my alarm—before the sun even rose over Manhattan’s jagged skyline. The city hadn’t stretched its arms yet, but I was wide awake, eyes open to the soft blue tint of morning crawling through the window. This isn’t the normal time I’d wake up. But I’d been on colton’s farm for months, it changed my sleeping schedule. Who gets up at five am, anyways?

(Jane’s POV) The alarm stirred me before the sound ever fully reached my ears—3:30 PM, sharp, just as I’d set it. I’d given myself a buffer before four, knowing I’d need time to recalibrate. Not just wake up, but come back to myself.

When she woke again, she was lying on a hospital bed. The damning images from the black box surged back into her mind. She yanked out her IV needle in a blind frenzy. A nurse, catching sight of her wild struggle, quickly restrained her, shouting for a doctor to sedate her. "I want to see Kurt…" … I was at home, recovering, when my phone wouldn't stop ringing. My mother, finally unable to bear the noise, urged me softly. "Who keeps calling? Could it be something urgent?" I glanced at the glowing screen. That number—I could recognize it with my eyes closed.

Mika This morning, I woke up feeling incredibly refreshed, like I had just stepped out of a rejuvenating dream. The early morning light gently filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow in the room. I glanced at the clock on my nightstand and noticed it was just past 5 am. With excitement for the day ahead, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up.

I woke up before him. That was not unusual. I had always been an early riser, years of surgery had made sure of that, the kind of waking that happened before the alarm and before the light and before the day had decided what it was going to be yet. What was unusual was lying there and not immediately reaching for my phone. I just lay still.

(Aurora) I woke up early, savoring a few quiet moments before the day truly began. The warmth of the shower helped clear my mind, the steam wrapping around me like a temporary escape. I brushed out my hair carefully, tying it back neatly before slipping into a soft blouse and tailored pants. A touch of makeup followed – not too much, just enough to feel composed. With a deep breath, I steadied myself and stepped out of my room, hoping for a peaceful morning.