Jantung Kaget Saat Tidur Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

At night she was sleeping in her room when she heard a knock on the window. She ignored it and slept. "Hey! wake up" she startled and sat up with a jerk when she heard his voice and felt his presence just beside her. She put her hand just above her heart as her heart was beating very fast.

Isayanna I wake up with a jolt, my heart pounding as I realize my hands are resting on Jaydon’s chest. My eyes widen in disbelief, and I yank my arms away like they have been burned. Scrambling out of bed, I clutch my chest, trying to calm the frantic thumping of my heart. The room feels too small, too quiet, and my mind races as I try to make sense of what just happened. What the hell?

Kelvin stirred in bed with a jolt, the yell of the alarm clock shattering the thick blanket of sleep. His arms waved to silence it, and once the room was quiet again, shards of memory of the night before crawled their way into his sleep-shrouded mind. The memory hit him like a chill slap, and a shiver dripped down his spine. His heart thumped. What have I done? It was just about six. He threw the blankets off and sat on the edge of the bed, hands to his face, attempting to steady himself. His hands trembled. The fear, a dark presence, gripped his chest.

~Soren~ I wake with a start, my heart pounding in my chest like I'm going through have a cardiac arrest or something. I scramble to sit up, my eyes going to the door. I listen, holding my breath until it hurts. No heavy footfalls in the hallway, no sound of the front door slamming. The mattress shifts next to me I look down, and the breath I was holding escapes me in a breathy exhale.

As I lay there on his couch I fall into a restless sleep hoping that things will be better in the morning. As I awake in the morning I jerk out of my sleep with my heart racing. Trying to calm myself I take a few deep breaths as the tremors from the nightmare I had slowly go away. opening my eyes however is a different story. Here I am still stuck in the nightmare. It wasn't a dream at all.

Slowly my heartbeat returns to a normal rhythm and I can breathe. "Lua, I think you had a panic attack. You slept the whole ride and I let you because you've been on the move a week with barely any sleep. Right when we got here as I was carrying you to our room you started breathing heavily and your heart was beating crazy fast. I couldn't wake you up then suddenly you were awake. Are you ok? The doctor is on her way.

Theodore I jolt up in bed, my heart racing and my body drenched in cold sweat as I frantically scan the room, convincing myself I am free from the nightmare. As the familiar features of the room comes into focus, my pounding heart calms down and fear quickly gives way to frustration. Here I was thinking that after the hectic past few days I just had I would finally be able to get a good night's rest. "Apparently fucking not," I say to my dark room through clenched jaws as I run my hands through my hair.

Shock frizzles through me, and I’m too scared to move, too scared to breathe, too scared to tear my eyes from the hard body. But I do; not because I’ve overcome my fear, but because he’s both familiar and unfamiliar. I trail my gaze upward, from his chest to his neck, to his… There’s no face. It’s just…nothing. I yell at the top of my lungs but the sound is muffled, backing away as I fall on my bum so hard pain shoots up my spine. I rise from my sleep with a jolt, my heart beating erratically underneath my chest, beads of sweat coating my forehead and my pink pajama set damp despite the air conditioner.

I wake in the early hours of the morning from a horrible nightmare. The room is cast in darkness, the air suffocating. My heart is beating very fast, my cold skin prickling with heat. I look beside me to see Jaxon deep in sleep, he's snoring heavily too, but it doesn’t disturb me. He’s a big man, in every way.