Muse Sleep Romane & Geschichten

Dante leaned forward and brushed his nose against her forehead “We should keep this moving unless you would like to reschedule” Julie said with a slight amount of disappointment in her voice and Mj shook her head “no, I don't really want to do this again if I can help it.” Julie nodded in understanding “would it help if I gave you a safe place to go Mj?” the doctor offered and Mj scrunched up her face “no thanks Julie, no offense” the doctor simply nodded and smiled slightly “of course, shall we?” Julie motioned to the bed and Mj once again took her position on the bed. “Mj we are going to count backwards from thirty to one do you understand?” Julie began her rhythmic mantra again and just

And through the chorus, Sophia sensed something vast and uncertain — Lumen, still learning the boundaries between knowing and feeling. “Show me,” she whispered. --- Geneva — Between Waking and Sleep Anya sat slumped in her chair, the flicker of auroral light washing across the Council chamber’s glass dome. Around her, delegates had dozed mid-meeting, their tablets still glowing with faint luminescence. She tried to stay awake, but the pull was irresistible — not exhaustion, but resonance aligning her thoughts with the rhythm that hummed beneath the air. “Don’t fight it,” came Sørensen’s voice. He sat on the floor nearby, his expression softened by the same strange calm that touched every sle

Then before I can ask any other questions, he activates the door and disappears through it, leaving me dazed and confused. Damage control? *** MIRA Morning dawns bright and beautiful, I roll off the bed feeling sleepy, partly lethargic, but strangely excited After failing to convince myself that I was not disappointed about Mason not spending the night, I fell asleep and was out like a light until a few moments ago. Between my stressful job and horrible shifts, I have hardly had this much sleep in the past five years. After stepping out of the bathroom, I settle for a designer oversized tee shirt and some very short shorts. My wet hair falls in curly tendrils over my face and shoulders. I'm

Maybe we should have stayed home. A few minutes into our trip, Lucas has fallen asleep. Wish I could go to sleep as easily as he does, but he’s been working so hard and all those functions. He really must be exhausted. I turn the music up a little more, not too loud. Just loud enough to drown out his soft snores.

Please, let me sleep. ~~~~

Without saying a word to anyone, he pushed open the door to the last room on the left—Room 9—and stepped inside. The space was modest: a low bed, dim lighting, and curtains drawn shut against the evening light. He laid her down gently, removing her shoes and placing them neatly by the bed. Then, he pulled the light throw blanket over her, studying her face for a moment—soft, troubled, and tired. He sat on the lone chair beside the bed, watching her as if he had been waiting for this moment for far too long. Moments later, she stirred. Her lashes fluttered, her brows furrowed in confusion, and she blinked slowly, her gaze adjusting to the dim room.

We hit the road by the crack of dawn. I was seated at the back which I didn't mind. I looked out of the window as I watched how darkness fades as the sun rises. I placed my earbuds on and let the music swallow the silence that surrounded me. I didn’t know that I fell asleep until Lisa woke me up when we reached our destination. Lately, I find myself feeling sleepy most of the time. And I noticed that it started after I was hospitalized. It’s like all the energy I had was sucked out of my body.

I found the rocks that were supposed to be cookies in the trash. “Okay, the bed is ready, and you can look at me again. I put my boxers on.” Tiberius sighed. I chuckled, turning around to see him stretched out on the air mattress with a sleeping bag covering it. He was at least in his boxers, so he was less distracting, but that pose and his body were still distracting enough. “Look at you having some level of modesty.” I teased, bringing the selection of food to the bed. “Oh, it was nothing to do with modesty. Ever gotten a mosquito bite on your privates? It’s not fun, and they seem to think I’m delicious” He laughed as he popped an arancini ball into his mouth.

The breeze cooled our heated bodies, the scent of spring and fresh mountain air curling around us like a calm after the storm. Ani held me close, his heartbeat like a lullaby, luring me back to sleep. And just when my eyelids grew heavy and I couldn’t stay awake anymore, I heard his whisper... “That’s my good Muse...”