Poppy Sleeping Novels & Stories

Poppy first arched her back, then slowly bent down. Finally, she positioned her chest against Ella's mouth. Light filtered through the curtains, and from the moonlight, I could see Poppy's smooth chest. Her breasts looked like those of a fully developed woman. Ella opened her mouth in her sleep and instinctively began to suckle. The next second, Poppy let out a quiet cry of pain. This sound immediately made Neil tense up. He whispered, "Honey, what's wrong? Does it hurt?"

If this was reality… well that would be tomorrow Poppy’s problem. She trotted over to the air mattress that served as her bed. It was neatly made, just as she always did when she left for the day. For a moment, Poppy observed the reminder of what it had been like when things were normal. Feeling a deep sense of exhaustion and resignation, she climbed into the middle, and used her teeth to make her blankets into a kind of nest. Poppy turned around a few times to trample the middle into a comfortable hole and then laid down in the center of it. With a sigh, Poppy closed her eyes and hoped beyond any hope that when she woke up and this would all be a bad dream, and she’d be a human again.

"AKA!" I snapped awake to Poppy knocking on my forehead and invading my personal space. "I'm up, I'm up. You can stop now." I said, swatting her hand away. I stood up and stretched, trying to ward off this sleepiness. "This confirms it! You're a heavy ass sleeper! You slept through the announcement AGAIN!" Poppy told me, laughing maniacally, clearly finding my deep sleeping to be top tier in the comedy department. After she composed her, she quickly dragged out of my cell before I could even blink. "How late am I this time?" I asked groggily.

“He’s very handsome. He bought me gelato. Pistachio and chocolate. Two scoops. He said my ponytail is crooked but I’m still a winner.” I feel my heart slam against my ribcage, once, hard. Adrian blinks slowly, like he’s processing, then that small smile returns. “Sounds like you had a fun day.” “Very fun,” Poppy says, then suddenly yawns so big all her energy seems to leave with it. Her eyelids droop halfway. “Daddy, I’m sleepy.” “Sleepy girl,” Adrian says gently. “Go get some good rest, okay?” Poppy nods, still trying to look tough, then her body just slumps sideways on the sofa. The navy ribbon stays perfectly in place. This child can fall like a sack of potatoes and somehow still look cut

She smiled now and leaned over to kiss me, and if I didn't know any better, I would think it was to stop me from asking any more questions. She nestled in my arms and wrestled the remote from me, and we lay side by side with my arms wrapped around her, stealing kisses, watching the telly. When she fell asleep a few hours later, I carried her to my bed and took her dress off before getting in and pulling her to me, and I fell asleep with her, and it was the best night's sleep I've had in a long time.

“Good morning… I thought you had left.” “I was about to,” he said, walking over to the small dining table. “But I figured you might need something to eat.” He placed the tray down gently, as if the sound would wake some ghost. My eyes drifted to his face. His usually sharp eyes looked tired. There were faint shadows under them. He didn’t sleep. God… did he really stay up all night? I sat down slowly. The smell of the waffles hit me, buttery and sweet. My chest squeezed a little. “This smells amazing. Thank you.”

Poppie went through so many withdrawal symptoms I didn’t know if she would make it - she was going through itbad. She had tremors, convulsions and even hallucinations. She looked like she was dying right in front of me. Shespaced outat times that I had to check on her to see if she was still breathing. I cried for her because she was in so much pain and discomfort, I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t take it away and I felt horrible. It had gotten so bad, that I found myself praying to God that she would wake up the next day feeling just a little bit better. Seven days went by and Poppie emerged from the bedroom one night as I was watching tv.

Even the act of existing felt exhausting. “Your Highness! You’re awake!” Poppy’s familiar voice rang out and I felt her hands on me, holding it tight. When I finally forced my eyes to her, I sighed. She looked exhausted, with large dark circles under her eyes. She looked like she hadn’t slept in days, and worse, her lashes were clumped from crying. “W… water.”

She looked at us curiously, noticing the liquor we were drinking. “I peeked into your rooms and saw you were down here,” she said. “Uhm, I just can't sleep without someone next to me,” she added shyly. All of us turned to look at Jozzer at the same time, and a broad smile broke across his lips. He stood up, approached Poppy, and swept her up into his arms like a princess. He whispered something to her, making her blush, and then Jozzer turned to look at us with a mischievous grin on his face.

“Alright, we’ll let Chloe off the hook this time since that’s what you prefer. But if this ever happens again, even if it’s just a minor pain from her, we won’t stay silent. You’re part of our family now, Poppy, and we won’t tolerate anyone mistreating you, whether it’s your sister or your parents. Do you get what I’m saying?” Poppy nodded in agreement. -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ Mom and Dad were in their room, along with Love and Hope. Meanwhile, Poppy was upstairs on the balcony with Summer, chatting away to take her mind off the earlier scene. I found myself in the kitchen, preparing a warm glass of milk for Poppy. During our time at the vacation house, I’d gotten her into the habit of drinking milk before