Novel Schlafsofa Novels & Stories

“They’re just stories people tell themselves to feel something.” The receptionist had given her the heavy brass key with a nervous laugh. “Just… ring the front desk if anything unusual happens.” Sophia unpacked in the lavish suite, admiring the antique four-poster bed, the velvet drapes, and the claw-foot bathtub that overlooked the stormy sea. She showered, slipped into a silky black slip, and settled into bed with a book on cognitive biases, determined to prove once again that the supernatural was nonsense. The lights dimmed on their own at midnight.

With his presence, something had completely changed within the room. She spotted a tall figure lying on the cream-colored sofa, sleeping. He was just sleeping there in the room that was designed in the layout that he liked. In contrast to the colorful atmosphere of the space outside, her own office was plain and simple. It didn’t have much furniture. The color was overwhelmingly white and cream. Other than the work desk, cupboards for her documents, and a few decorative pictures, there were that long sofa and a big built-in bookshelf that occupied one wall. Martin inspired that conner…

Zoe bargained, slowly got up from her sitting position and started walking towards the bedroom. Hana quickly held Zoe's hand, immediately shook her head, rejecting Zoe's offer, "No, I'll just sleep on the sofa." Said Hana, refusing Zoe's offer as soon as possible. Especially after the annoying silver cat they saved yesterday suddenly appeared and stood near them. Gaze at Hana with a mocking eyes, as if Hana is an ungrateful guest. "It is okay. I'm used to sleeping on the sofa, especially when I have to chase bread orders from customers. "

“Don't think too much and take a rest.” Sophia slowly slipped to sleep and Saul called the doctor who assured him after checking her that she was fine. She was cocooned in his arms with her head on his chest. Both of them were sleeping cozy in the warmth of the quilt. Saul held her very possessively like she was water who was going to slip away from him. In the middle of the night he felt a slight movement near his chest. “I want to pee.” Her voice was groggy while rubbing her eyes like a little girl. Saul snickered and released her from his arms. Few minutes later Sophia came back. “I want to know everything about you.”

However, exhausted and tired, she quickly drifted into a peaceful slumber. Sofia was suddenly jolted awake by the sound of the door creaking open. She struggled to see in the darkness, unsure of the time of night. Blinking rapidly, Sofia's eyes gradually adjusted to the dimness. She fumbled around for the light switch and finally found it, illuminating the room. To her shock, she saw Leonardo Morelli standing near the doorway, his presence unexpected and startling.

Fiona rubbed his head to get up, because his legs were numb, he was a little wobbly, it was very difficult to stand up, the tip of his tongue began to slur again, "... Yes, maybe I am sleepwalking..." "OH."Paul Henry nodded, wheelchair turned the other way, said as he walked, "Your sleepwalking position is new." “…It's also normal.”Fiona blushed and went to the toilet, then closed the door. Paul Henry looked at the pillows placed on the sofa, glanced at the toilet again, pulled the wheelchair to the sofa, folded the pillows and put them in the guest room. The guest room has a bed of 1m5, the remaining space has a bookcase, a large desk, and a small sofa in the corner of the room.

Every time Haya returned, she and Tora were getting tired of walking around outside, so they slid down a tree with a chair. "Hello, bookkeeping is truly exhausting." He said that Haya. "Is it sleep? You should even look at Asher!" Tora said as she feigned exacerbation from him. "I didn't notice he was looking at me." "What were you thinking earlier and it seems like your brain is exploding?" Tora asked him. "No, I just considered something. Haya said."

Sophia liked a lot of things, but neutral interior designs were her favorite and she loved adding rustic or antique touches wherever she could without making the house look like a museum, but everything served a purpose in the house instead of sitting in a corner collecting dust as a decoration. I also learned that, even though she could come across as cold or aloof, she cared deeply about the people around her and was protective of the people she cared about. That was why she always worked hard to accomplish whatever new goal she had for herself, but she had a hard time managing to relax since we were living in the same country as Jakub which constantly had us worrying about the boys. So, w

-I know I shouldn't interfere but it's wrong that you don't sleep, you're affecting your health. -I can't sleep Sebastian, I can't sleep. -Why not? -If I tell you, you'll think I'm being paranoid. He stopped tidying the barn and came over to me, took my chin and lifted my gaze to his eye level. -You can trust me, you know that, ¿right?

I needed to be ready before— The small door slammed open and Dimitri slouched to get a better view of the room. His bulky frame filled the door, preventing the light outside from penetrating the room. Room? This wasn't a room. It was the dog's kennel, renovated into a room big enough to house a fifteen year old boy. The room was scanty, occupied only by a bug infested mattress that had the thickness of my palm and a bag that contained all my possessions—just two pieces of clothes. Dimitri stepped out of the way, and the sunlight flooded into my room, forcing me to shield my eyes. I blink a couple of times to allow my eyes to adjust to the brightness.