Heartbeat Pillow Novels & Stories

“Just breathe.” Her hands worked expertly across my shoulders, easing the tension that had been sitting there for days. The scent of the oils and the rhythmic sound of her soft humming lulled me into a foggy calm. When she was done, she handed me a glass of water and a small pill. “Melatonin,” she said. “It’ll help you rest.” I took it, showered quickly, and changed into one of Damian’s old shirts I’d found folded neatly in the drawer. The scent of him surrounded me as I slipped into the bed, clean sheets cool against my skin.

His lips meet my neck as he takes a deep breath. “I am sorry,” he whispers before his head hits the pillow, and his breathing becomes regular and deep. He is asleep. I try to stay as still as I possibly can. But my eyes start to close as my body relaxes against his. The smell and the warmth lull me to sleep.

TIME: 04:15 HOURS. LOCATION: SECTOR 4, "HELIX RESIDENCES," APARTMENT 402. STATUS: INSOMNIA. Ren couldn't sleep. The expensive memory-foam mattress, imported from the Swiss Bio-Zone, felt like quicksand. It was too soft. It swallowed him whole. Beside him, Maya breathed in a soft, rhythmic cadence, her hand resting protectively over the swell of her belly. In her dreams, she was likely walking through a park with their daughter, safe and fed.

She smiled at him. Her hand gripped him slightly harder, and he sighed. His monitor, though, was going a little bit faster. She looked up at it and knew that it could be a problem. “You have to calm down your heartbeat, or you will bring the entire floor into the room.” She said softly. “Slow your breathing down. Take long breaths in and then as long to let them out. You do can that.”

Adis demonstrates how to switch between frequencies, showing that it only requires turning two buttons… simple enough for everyone to manage. "Everyone in this room will also receive one of these." He holds up an object that resembles a thin band-aid. "This microchip will be placed on your chest. It will continuously monitor your heart rate, pulse, and blood pressure, allowing the command room to keep track of everyone’s well-being. Additionally, it contains a GPS, enabling them to locate us at all times. Hopefully, this will facilitate sending backup and keeping us alive." "How on earth did you afford all this?" PJ asks, nodding toward the four brand-new computers that have been set up, alo

The sound of the electronic machine can be heard in this quiet room. There's a zigzag green light with numbers under the monitor showing the heart rate of the unconscious person who is lying on the sickbed with respiratory ventilators attached on his nose, and a transparent tube is injected on his arms.

The idea is making a mistake seem perfect. Due to his heavy breathing, I easily figured out Josiah's room. He was fast asleep, phone clutched in one hand, head resting on a soft, white pillow. I crossed my legs and sank into his leather couch, eyes fixed on how his chest rose and fell. In less than a second, he was awake, eyes wide like he had a horrible nightmare. Beads of sweat coated his forehead, eyes fliting across the room, but as soon as his gaze landed on me, a short gasp ripped out of his lungs.

Wetting a towel, I dabbed his forehead and chest until he cooled down. In response to my concern, he lifted his head to my level, drowning me in a long kiss before pushing me onto himself and cuddling me. Soon, Miles' breathing went faint, and he went back to sleep. My head against his chest, I listened to the slow, rhythmic beat of his heart, sending me to sleep.

"No dear you did, you were just pregnant with five instead of four like we thought. Would like to know the sex of this one as well." "Yes of course." "Pup D is a girl. Congratulations you two. Now back to talking about mama. For sleep, I'm going to give you a pregnancy pillow that I want you to put between your legs at night for sleep. It will help release some of the pressure off you. I want you to work less as well I don't want you to stress out too much if it's not an urgent need don't worry about it. Short walks every day will be good for you as well. With help as you get bigger, you still have six and a half to go. If other concerns come up call me and let me know. I'll see you in two w

folder, labeled "Anchor Positions." The heartbeat curve beat steadily on the screen: sixty-two, sixty-three, sixty-two. She was sleeping. From the moment she fell asleep last night to dawn this morning, a full eight hours and forty-seven minutes of continuous waveform. He zoomed the curve out to full view; its shape resembled a continuous mountain range, the peaks marking accelerations when she turned over, the valleys the calm of deep sleep. He annotated the time of each peak. He wanted to know when she was dreaming; those subtle undulations in the waveform were proof enough of dreams, and he marked each one.