Jantung Kaget Saat Tidur Novels & Stories

I held the note close and curled myself into a ball on the bed. I woke with a jolt to a loud banging on the front door. I felt a brief wave of panic rush through me. I sat up hesitantly and looked at the clock. I felt disoriented and dazed from sleep. It was 1 in the afternoon. The bang sounded again through the house. The echo rattled through the walls.

He smiled revealing four lines of wrinkles around his eyes. “It's no problem. What did you want to tell me?” He pulled my chair by the vanity and sat down and pulled out some charts of lines and zig zags. “Your fainting spells are quite unusual and while you slept you had a lot of night terrors. We were scared you would not make it but after inducing your sleep, you slept for a full day and your brain rhythms came back normal and your heart rate too.” My feet curled as I looked at the graphs. “Was there anything you saw that made you react that way?”

Y A N A I wake up with a jolt, and my heart beats inside my chest loudly, making me clutch it as though I’m holding on for dear life. I sit up, and when I look around I notice that I’m all alone, with the apartment dark and empty. Fear strikes my heart. Memories from the dream are still playing in my head. What the hell was that?

Aria Blake Something ripped me out of sleep. Not gently hard, sudden, like being yanked out of water before you could breathe. My heart slammed so fast I thought it would burst. For a second, I didn’t know where I was. Everything around me was dark and still, but my body was shaking like it hadn’t gotten the message that the nightmare was over. My pulse beat everywhere at oncethroat, wrists, behind my eyes like my blood couldn’t decide where to hide.

He goes to throw the ball, then BOOM! Jeremy has a hypnic jerk and wakes up scared, grabbing his elbow and knee, sweating profusely, and deep breathing. Jeremy starts waking up while realizing that he just had a nightmare about the hit that ended his career, and that has never happened before to him. He gets in the shower to rinse off the sweat; while he's in the shower, Jeremy tries to figure out why he had the nightmare of the hit. It's been over three years since it happened, and now the nightmare that seemed like it just happened. Jeremy cooks a classic English breakfast without the blood pudding, along with an Irish coffee. He sat down and ate his breakfast, checking emails and reviewin

W-17-D's heart was beating against his chest. He wasn't sure why, but he was anticipating... something. He knew something was coming. He could feel it, and it made him antsy. He had difficulty sleeping because of the instinct that told him he had to be ready. It had been two days now, and he was still alert and wired despite the lack of sleep. He stared tentavely at the door, expecting someone to go through it. He didn't hear anything, though, nor did he smell anyone approaching. He supposed it didn't matter, though. It was gonna happen. He knew it.

River thought he had faced hard things in his life. He had survived military missions, gunfire, pain, and even long nights alone in strange countries. But nothing prepared him for waking up at 3 a.m. to the high-pitched cries of a tiny baby with lungs stronger than a siren. He shot up from the bed, disoriented at first. The room was dark. The city lights glowed faintly through the curtains. Beside him, Jace groaned, rolling over and pulling the pillow over his head.

I was startled, staggering backward a little before her height changed to her usual height. Her radiant smile seems so assuring that it calms all my nerves. Her warm, loving eyes lock onto mine, and she whispers: “Mate.” I furrowed my brows when I heard her, about to respond. A distant noise distracted me. Knock-knock-knock I jolted up from my sleep, covered in sweat. My heart was beating crazily like never before. It was morning already. The knock on the door didn't stop. I reached out to the bedside table and gulped down the glass of water. Stabilizing my breath, I permitted the person to come in.

Her scent envelops me, and I drift off to sleep almost instantly. I’m not sure how long I’ve been asleep, but the room is dark when I jerk awake with a gasp, sitting bolt upright in bed. My heart is hammering against my ribs, and my skin is slick with a cold sweat.

I made my way there, shutting the door gently behind me to create a cocoon of tranquility, and nestled into a cozy corner, ready to drift off for a little while. Startled from my slumber by a sudden, jarring noise, I jolted upright in bed, my heart racing. Blinking against the remnants of sleep, I turned toward the wall clock, hoping to find that it was still early. However, as I squinted at the hands inching toward 5 o'clock, disbelief washed over me—I couldn’t believe I had overslept for so long.