Novel & Cerita Falling Awake

I leaned against the wall and slumped to the ground, overcome by intense dizziness. I could hear Simon Jensen's frail voice drifting up from the lower floor. "Is Tristan upset with me, Willa? You should probably send me back to my place. I'll be fine on my own. It'll probably be a bit inconvenient, but I can handle it on my own."

His hand brushed against me, but I gently moved it away. "You're tired. Just sleep," I muttered. ... I woke up early the next morning, picking out a casual T-shirt, a denim skirt, and white sneakers. I tied my hair into a bun and did my makeup. In the mirror, I looked like an energetic young girl with fair skin, a slender figure, and bright eyes. Derrick, on the other hand, was still recovering from a hangover. His eyes were bloodshot, with dark circles underneath. Luckily, his features were decent, and he wasn't that old. Once he put on the white T-shirt, knee-length denim shorts, and white sneakers I'd prepared for him, he looked livelier.

Surprisingly, she doesn't answer. Night comes, and I can barely stay awake. Drowsiness creeps in, and I fall back, comatose. Suddenly, I sit straight up. It's not light or dark out, but gray. A nightmare wakes me up again. I get out of bed, and I rinse my face off.

Elara The awakening is cold, precise. No trace of the usual grogginess, only an immediate clarity, as if someone has flipped a switch in my brain. His command from the previous evening had worked with disquieting efficiency; my sleep was deep, dreamless, a plunge into the prescribed, restorative void. I get up, my body strangely light, my mind razor-sharp.

Then the screams came. Flashback over *Beep Beep Beep Beep* "Braze what the hell, turn that damn thing off!" I roll my eyes as I slowly turn off the alarm clock while closing my eyes once again. I swear to god Jace voice woke me up more than the alarm clock but at the same time, I'm grateful. I turn around intending to flip over on my stomach which apparently was a grave mistake because the next thing I know I hear my bedroom door open at the same time as I fall off the bed.

Just ten minutes, I tell myself. I’ll call Mom. I’ll tell Mia I’m safe. I’ll apologize. I’ll explain… something. Anything. But the bed is warm. The night is quiet. And my eyelids feel too heavy. The day has drained every drop of energy from my body. Before I realize it, I’m sinking, drifting… falling. My thoughts blur into soft darkness. ********************************************** “My lady… my lady! Please wake up!” The voice shakes through my sleep, soft but trembling with urgency. I frown, roll over, and try to cling to the last threads of rest.

Jamie I awake to a dark room again, I must have fallen asleep after my pathetic crying binge. I can feel the stickiness from falling asleep without wiping the tears from my face. I slowly sit up, and wonder where Marcellus is sleeping if this is his room. I flick on the light next to me and stretch my arms, it’s time for me to think of a plan.

Sade I woke up. My body’s alarm clock was set, despite the fact I had only fallen asleep a couple of hours ago. I turned my head to see Trent’s peaceful face. He was still sound asleep. I was not going to get out of bed. The internal alarm clock was just going to have to shut up. The blanket was around my waist, exposing my arms. The AC was working overtime, and I was suddenly freezing.

And maybe, just maybe, with Travis by my side, I could do it. The annoying thing was, I couldn’t sleep. Not really. I had already slept so much over the past few days—enough to make up for weeks of lost rest—but my mind wouldn’t let me. I kept my eyes closed, willing myself to drift off and forget the gnawing emptiness in my stomach. My body, obedient to exhaustion, finally began to relax. Slowly, a haze of drowsiness crept over me. Just as I felt the sweet surrender of sleep pulling me under, a loud noise shattered the fragile quiet. I jolted upright, the sudden motion making me realize that the towel I’d wrapped around myself—my only shield against this vulnerability—had slipped loose and

Cade and Lily I woke up slowly. Not the jarring, disoriented kind of waking that happened in my dorm room when my alarm dragged me out of sleep at seven AM. This was different — gradual and soft, like surfacing from warm water. The kind of waking that happens when your body feels safe enough to take its time.