روايات وقصص ضمن Past My Bedtime

she added and finally took a seat beside me. “He is dealing with some things, Jane. You can leave now. I am so sleepy right now,” I said. I woke up an hour ago and right now, my eyes are falling again. My body wants to lay on my bed now. My sleeping hour has been changed. I sleep pretty late because my mind is always running to Peter every night and when it is daytime, I always fall asleep.

It’ѕ lіkе hаvіng a terrible nіghtmаrе, but I’m nоt asleep. It’s gеttіng lаtе. I change into my раjаmаѕ аnd slide between thе ѕhееtѕ. I’m nоt uѕuаllу so еаrlу to bеd, but whаt еlѕе іѕ thеrе tо do? I wоndеr whаt Blake is doing right now.

I hate it when he wants me to call him dad. Hmmm moving on. I finished taking my bath and I got into my pajamas and got inside my bed. Ahhhh I thought to myself 'what a day.' Time to sleep.

I playfully muttered to myself that I should be the one enjoying the comfort of that bed right now. Resigned to the couch, I checked my phone once more – it was already 8:50 PM. Closing my eyes, I attempted to find solace in sleep, but it remained frustratingly elusive. Checking my phone again, it displayed 9:30 PM. Why couldn't I sleep? My mind seemed to be racing with thoughts, and the minutes dragged on slowly.

“Akala ko nag-iiba ka na naman ng topic eh.” Nang matapos ang dinner ay natatandaan kong inaantok na ako. Pero nakita kong pasado alas-dose na ng madaling araw ang nakatala sa wall clock ng kwarto. Nang ibaling ko ang tingin ko sa katabi ko ay malaya na siyang natutulog. Ako din pala ang magpapatay ng tv.

It’ѕ lіkе hаvіng a terrible nіghtmаrе, but I’m nоt asleep. It’s gеttіng lаtе. I change into my раjаmаѕ аnd slide between thе ѕhееtѕ. I’m nоt uѕuаllу so еаrlу to bеd, but whаt еlѕе іѕ thеrе tо do? I wоndеr whаt Blake is doing right now.

The way he looked at me when I pulled away. Did he wake up and look for me? For my warmth? My softness— No! Absolutely not. I was not going to romanticize that. “You. Go to your room. Sleep. Didn’t you see the time? It’s past midnight already,” I scolded, pointing at the clock that very confidently displayed seven o’clock. Shit. I forgot to put batteries in it. “Just—I don’t want to hear anything else tonight. I want peace,” I added, flashing a weak peace sign while continuing up the stairs.

“Unless we’re about to be his future kids?” “What—no—okay, that’s enough,” I exclaim, standing. “Bedtime.” “We still have thirty minutes,” Kian protests. “Early bedtime today.” I haul them toward their room with my heart pounding and my thoughts spinning. Prepared, Clarissa said. I don’t feel prepared at all.

Childbirth has always scared me, and just thinking about it made me sad. After I finished my shower, I turned off the water, stepped out, and dried myself off with a towel. I changed into my pajamas and climbed into bed. My mates weren’t home, and when I glanced at the digital clock, I saw that it was past 9 PM. I considered mind-linking them, but decided against it. They were probably out for a run or having drinks with the guys. I closed my eyes and was surprised by how easily I fell asleep, even without them by my side.