Heartbeat Pillow Novels & Stories

His pillows were specially made to cure his insomnia because he used to have nightmares on early days after the tragedy. The soft pillows made from eiderdown feathers, ancient cotton and non toxic cooling foam which were very expensive and should be imported. He doesn’t care about the money, he can buy hundreds of them if he needed but the mess she created leaving him in crisis is unforgivable. He wouldn’t let her live in peace till he sees her set his bed neatly. One of the reasons he took her longer than she expected was to mess his bed so that he could make her set it. He fed her well because she definitely needs more energy to set his giant bed and to clean the sheets.

“I almost forgot.” Pippa opened a drawer beside her desk and took out a small silver case. Inside was a sleek, black watch that looked more like an expensive accessory than a medical device. “This is the device I promised you yesterday, Miss Estelle,” Pippa explained, handing the watch to Roland. “It’s the latest model. It can monitor heart rate, blood pressure, oxygen level and body activity for twenty-four hours straight. All data is stored automatically on the clinic’s server and can be accessed via a mobile app.”

That seemed to annoy Axel, which gave me great pleasure. Leaving the office once more, I went to the store and purchased a neck pillow with a built-in massager. After returning, I didn’t try to get her attention as I unpacked the pillow and prepared it. She was still focused on her task, so I gently lifted her hair, allowing my fingers to graze lightly against her nape.

Inside the bedroom, I lay him on the bed, arranging the pillows around him after removing them from the chest. “Sleep it off. You are okay, trust me.” He is still sobbing, but mildly now. I sit beside him, slowly petting him, and before I know it, he is asleep. I know this because I can read him. His mind, like a broken radio with no signal, has calmed. His blood pressure, heart rate, and adrenaline have relaxed as well. But fear still lingers in his face through his furrowed brows. His looks have me hooked, bewitched, and hypnotized. I stay longer than necessary, watching as his lips part and soft breaths escape. He exhales heavily at intervals, as though finally releasing everything.

He didn't complain about the fact that he was now balanced precariously on the very edge of the king-sized bed with only a sliver of sheet to his name. The "What just happened?" hook of the night occurred just as my eyes were finally drifting shut and the silence was replaced by a muffled and rhythmic buzzing. It wasn't the sharp trill of a standard phone but a heavy and persistent vibration that seemed to be coming from the very center of my pillow mountain. I realized with a jolt of adrenaline that in my sleep-deprived nesting frenzy I had accidentally tucked Dominic’s emergency satellite phone into the "foundation" of my bed.

she whispered again. Nathan gently stroked Haisley's head, tenderly kissing her forehead. "Haisley, it's just a nightmare. Wake up," he whispered into her right ear. But the girl still didn't open her eyes. "Haisley... Haisley. Come back. Wake up," he pleaded, squeezing Haisley's right hand with his right hand while his left hand rested on top of her head. "Haisley Smith. Wake up, Darling." Instead of waking up, Haisley appeared to be panicking in her sleep. Her head kept moving from left to right, and her breaths were shallow. The noise from the machines on the left side of the bed sounded loud. Now, Nathan tried patting her cheeks, hoping his actions would wake Haisley from her slumber.

I flipped open the screen of my laptop despite my fatigue, watching her sleep would settle the violence in my bones, and calm my headache. As I brought up the camera feed and my eyes landed on her face, I noticed she was restless. Despite the late hour, she was still wide awake in the centre of the bed. After a long time, she sits up shrugging the sheets off her body and spreading her legs. My breath hitches when I realise what she is about to do.

She smirks at him, “Walk me through the changes you have in mind.” He grins, and brings out the new device he’s been working on. It was a fine mesh of fine copper wires with a few little nodes scattered across the mesh. “This has all the same functionality of the old one, a com with heartrate monitor, and GPS. But I’ve also been working on another device. He pulls out another smaller mesh, “This would monitor your blood pressure, and as such your blood levels.” Kai and Ash both take a step closer to look at it. “It would go in your arm, around here.” He points to his bicep, indicating the outside of his arm. “Just under the skin, a bit deeper than the com would be. She nods,

His happiness was a tangible force, enveloping us in a bubble of shared joy and anticipation for what was to come. "Rest now," Alex whispered, his voice a blend of excitement and calm assurance. "Once I secure this helmet around your head, it will synchronize with your neural functions, gently coaxing your body into a state of relaxation through its electrical impulses. Just lie back and wait; I'll join you shortly." Gently, he fitted the helmet over me, its design meticulous, with a soft cushion at the back helmet to cradle my head comfortably. As the device enveloped my senses, a wave of drowsiness washed over me, pulling me into the embrace of an unforeseen slumber.

When he suddenly moved closer to me, snuggling into my chest, I got my answer through the sound of his erratic heartbeat. Smiling, I cupped the back of his head, petting his hair until I fell into the best sleep I'd had in a long tỉme. By the time I woke up again, it was around ten in the morning. My phone was buzzing on the side table and Wilson had flung one leg over me and my head was resting on his chest . My hair tickled his chin with each rise and fall of his chest. I tried to carefully reach my phone without waking him.