Russian Sleep Project Novels & Stories

I tried to listen to Olivia and stop worrying about my girlfriend, but I didn’t have a good feeling about the way things were going at all. I turned my phone off after getting her text message, and attempted to calm myself down mentally long enough so I could lay down and doze off for a few hours. Napping is a luxury I never had when I lived in Russia. There was my full time job, the impossible time difference between Francine and I, and all of the other tasks I kept myself busy with on a daily basis. Since moving to America, all of that went away and I suddenly found myself bored to death. To combat this, I’d go to sleep after studying some English in my text books, and completing whatever

Antonio “Tony, Tony wake up.” I yawned rubbing my eyes then blinked and found DJ hovering above me. “What is it?” he shakes his head. “It’s true what they say that when you sleep you forget, the Russians are here.” I jumped out of bed and stood in front of him. “What do they want, did they do something to you or Krystal?” I am going crazy right now and my head is still foggy. “Snap out of it, son, you are picking up the Russian boss this evening and it’s time.” Right!

Some nights it’s all I can do to aim three fans at my bed, throw my bedroom window open wide, and lay cool, soaked towels on my skin. Doesn’t help that I’m obsessing over Mr. Hampton. Raising my core temperature with thoughts of his rumbly voice calling me honey. “Well, if you want to make a quick buck off your misery, there’s a new sleep study starting next month.” I jerk my chin at the community noticeboard on the far wall; the cork plastered with job requests and missing items and a call out for the library’s seniors book club. Buried somewhere in all those papers is an ad for sleep study participants. “They run it a few times a year. Apparently, the lab has the best air conditioning in t

I lay in my bed, trying to calm myself down and think. Who has sent this? I stare at the ceiling in the dark, wondering. Is it a figment of my imagination, or did it really happen? Is this a sign? As sleep takes over, some words from my hazy memory resurface. ‘It’s too bold of you to think that you can take my place in the Moscow Project, West.’ ‘I refused, Maxim... Don’t drag her into this.’

He was glad that he had shaved his legs so appropriately and now, thanks to this, he felt not like some kind of unkempt slut, but a pleasant, beautiful girl who could arouse desire in her beloved woman and give her pleasure. Sergei fell asleep at the moment when the head of Natalia's penis passed through the sphincter of his anus. The last time he slept so calmly and sweetly was in early childhood, at his grandmother's in the village, after running around with the village children through the aspen grove. He dreamed of huge yellow sunflowers with large dusty seeds, fat white geese with orange noses, a hackneyed cart made of smooth gray poles, and a quiet stream in a rocky ravine. Here is a s

When he saw me awake He asks me “Oh you are awake. How are you feeling now?” Alex says “I’m feeling better now. How long was I asleep?” I replied. “Three hours but don’t worry it take eleven hours from America to Russia.” Alex replied. I was asleep for three hours?! But I feel like I only sleep for a little. “Do you want to drink something? Or eat? Sister Alya says. “Oh no I’m not hungry. Please continue your work.” I replied. After then they start their work again while I was reading some magazine.