Before I Wake Novels & Stories

The bed sheet was snatched from my body and coldness seeped through my whole body. I felt anger flow through my body but, I ignored it and went on with sleeping. " Wake up , wake up", Jane screamed way to loud for my liking. My eyes took so long to open and notice it was already morning. I didn't even remember falling asleep. With no word said ,I sat up on the bed . I was feeling dizzy and my stomach pain was lingering.

Maxwell pov Waking up from my smorgasbord little sleep, I took a quick look at my bedside alarm, which reminded me ofbtgebtime before starting at my bedside with a sadden face. Not even a woman to wake me up with all kisses and smile or someone to bring breakfast in bed after kimberley has left,I thought with a little tear dropping from my eye before blinking them off. I shouldn't be doing this. It's a brand new day. Remember, you have an important meeting to host. My inner mind reminded me before kicking out the thought of me staying back in bed thinking as usual.

/THEO/ The next morning, I woke up before my alarm even had the chance to go off. I lay under my duvet for a long time, staring at the ceiling as the events of the previous night replayed in my head. “Go take a shower, you reek.” “It’s annoying.”

OLIVIA’S POV I woke up before my alarm for the first time since I could remember. Not jolted awake by anxiety or a phone call carrying bad news. Just awake. My opened naturally into the quiet of the room with the particular lightness that came from knowing the worst was not happening today.

Becca. The following morning, I woke up with a deep tired yawn and before I could wonder at my environment, my active senses told me all I needed to know and without fully opening my eyes, I tried to recap all that has happened since I saw the Alpha unit in my home.

His broad shoulders were relaxed, his dark hair slightly messier than usual, completely devoid of the sharp three-piece suit he wore like armor to face the world. He didn't look up immediately, but the quiet corner of his lips twitched upward as if he could feel my shock from across the room. "You're awake," he said, his low, gravelly baritone rumbling softly through the quiet morning air. "Julian?" I asked, my voice raspy from sleep, my hand lingering on the edge of the marble counter as I stared at the domestic scene before me. "Are you... cooking?"

Anara I woke up before him. This had become a pattern over the weeks since the marking, the bond pulling me toward consciousness slightly before his did, as if my body had learned to wake first and spend a few minutes simply existing in the specific warmth of the space between sleep and morning before the day made its demands.

Maren I wake up before the sun does because that is the only time nobody is trying to make me disappear. It is cold at five in the morning, and the floor is harder than it was yesterday. My father hates me, but the water in the well doesn’t care who I am.

"Rhea, wake up." ***

About an office with a bed becoming the right category for the right space. About a living room becoming home. About inside. Where you stayed. --- Amara woke at five thirty. The specific wakefulness. I was already awake. She looked at the ceiling. She looked at me. The real expression. Not managed. Not performed. The specific quality of someone waking up and finding the world arranged correctly. "Good morning," she said. "Good morning," I said. She looked at the ceiling. "Noah will be up at six fifty nine," she said.