Forrest Day Sleepwalk Novels & Stories

Surely, she didn't pester me with any more words. "Well, after a long and pleasing sleep, just don't forget to meet me at the bar. I want to hear every detail of it." I hung up the phone and heard footsteps outside the bedroom. Honestly, I didn’t have this one night stand experience. I was getting nervous. Why not just pretend to sleep tight? It was a better choice than to have a face-to-face confrontation. I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. The footsteps came nearer and nearer. Lastly, they stopped by the bed. Then there came a feeling of being touched by a broad hand on my cheek. I had never received such tenderness from Fletcher. Something flowered in my heart and mind.

Besides the ever present growl, I'd developed a nighttime issue and it was frustrating both of us. The problem was that I had taken to sleeping out of doors. I usually walked out there after I had gone to sleep. Most mornings I woke up in the woods with Joel snoozing beside me. I'd always been a sleepwalker when I was anxious, just never this bad. Joel said it was the oddest thing he'd ever seen, but he was a good mate. He always went with me. He said he tried to talk to me when I was like that, but I was persistent about where I wanted to be. If he put me back in bed I just got up and walked out again.

I awoke to the sound of my alarm going off as usual. Unfortunately, I didn’t get much sleep last night. The voice kept waking me up every so often, asking me to go back to the Forrest. As I began my morning routine, the voice slowly became louder. My attempts to ignore it were becoming difficult. I made up my mind that at the end of the day, I would return to the falls and alleviate this voice’s desires.

Even if I did not have one, there was no way I could be with my stepbrother, Boris. The mention of Boris reminded me of my mother's wedding night with my stepfather, Titus Wagner. I had been sleeping in my room then. At night, a man slipped into my bed while no one was paying attention. Feeling the figure of about 200 pounds press down on me, I woke up right away and struggled underneath his heavy body. His smelly, sweaty hand covered my mouth while his other hand groped me beneath the covers as he tried to take off my clothes.

Phillip I opened my eyes at exactly 3:00am. I know because I checked the time. I had barely had a couple hours of sleep when Forrest began rousing restlessly within me. He paced and whined, and even growled, upset that I fought him for my slumber. What he didn’t do was tell me what this was all about. “You win.” I said to him, but out loud. “Wanna tell me what’s the matter, buddy?”

“I want, -“ I want him. Desperately. But if I spend the whole weekend with Raiden and Zev, it will be impossible to do what General Sweets asked of me. “I want to see your home and get to know your family better.” I finally said. He sighed before placing his lips on top of my head. “Fine, I’ll behave. I'm a sleepwalker, so don't be surprised if I enter your room at night, lift you over my shoulder, and carry you to my bed. And don’t try to wake me up; it’s very dangerous to wake up someone who sleepwalks.” I giggled, knowing it was a lie. “So what should I do?”

I was too close but I didn’t say anything because honestly, I was loving every bit of second I get to spend time with her. The walk back was quiet, it was not awkward or tense like it normally was whenever Barbara and I hung out together. This time, it was different and much more peaceful and quiet. It was like the both of us were thinking too much to speak and I kept glancing at her, making sure she was still there, beside me. Something about this didn’t sit right with me Sleepwalking was common, that could happen to anyone. Geoffrey once sleepwalked to my dad’s room a night before we turned twelve. It was one of the most awkward nights ever, definitely never wanting that to happen again.

Halsey didn't understand what Alpha Brentwood was saying, but she did feel like she was truly made for him. She started to remember the first day she found out she had started to sleepwalk; she was 18 at that time. She woke to find herself naked, lying in the woods. As she sat up, tears started falling from her eyes, and she strangely felt sad not being able to find someone.

With no other useful information, Bree continued to the next stop. As Brianna progressed through her journey, she continued sleepwalking at night, so in the mornings, as soon as she returned to camp, she would nap for a few hours before continuing with the rest of her trip. She was feeling smug with her plan until she woke up naked in the middle of the forest, dirt under her fingernails and gashes all over her body.

I tried to keep my voice calm, but it was impossible when I was angry. Avoiding eye contact, “A few months or so,” she says quietly. “Why are you here?” Chuckled, “Why am I here?” I stood at the foot of the bed. “ I follow you into the forest at night, Lucie, at night! You just went to sleep, what the hell is going on with you?” “ Sleepwalking,” she says.