If I Lay Here Novels & Stories

I m coming for you.

I'm supposed to be naked and laying on the floor. I crawl over into the corner, the closest one I can find. I curl up into a ball wrapping my arms around myself for warmth until I finally fall asleep.

I shouldn't lie down, I shouldn’t join her, but I do. I lay down on the other side of the bed and even though I don't want to, I keep my hands to myself. As I close my eyes to rest as well, a thought passes through my mind, this will be the last time I'll lie down beside her and not hold her close. For today, I will let her have her much needed sleep.

That’s one lady I’d like to lay. Then I read the caption under the image, IMOGEN. Holy crap.

I am dead…. ****

I’d sleep right here. On the bare floor.

I didn't know how the figure didn't feel strange that I was laying like a dead human. Without moving, making a drama, or giving a nice reply to the figure. I kept my mouth shut. How could a person sleep here? That was what I would have thought if someone would have brought me here before but now I knew if anyone was hella sleepy then they could surely sleep because I have been doing it for days. Today was no different as I was laying on the floor with my eyes closed, but the nightmare had woke me up.

I just lie motionless on the floor of the basement. I close my eyes as I feel like it's time for me to go to sleep. I pray that maybe, just maybe, I will never wake back up. It would make everyone else's life better if I just disappeared. As I lay with my eyes closed, ready to give up. I then smell him, my mate. I try to open my eyes, but there is no use. I have never been so weak that I could not move.

The figure stops walking and stands just out of sight, nothing but the outline of their body visible to my eyes, which are strained from having to peer through the darkness. A shimmering red light erupts–the cherry of a cigarette–and for whatever reason, that calms me down significantly. This is real. This is happening. There’s actually someone standing mere yards away in the darkness, and it’s not a trick of my mind this time. “What the fuck are you doing out here barefoot, Layla?” I sag with relief. “I could ask you why you’re here, too.”