Sleeping Feet Story Novels & Stories

The room was dark. Much darker than it should have been in the afternoon. The curtains moved even though the window was closed. The bed was just as usual. Powered. Ordinary. However, stood out a small naked foot. I stared. My whole body was freezing. Behind me, Noah was gorging. He stopped in the door. I heard his breath burst. Because he also saw it. The little foot. The child under the bed. I was kneeling slowly. My knees hit the ground hard.

I looked at my plate and the memory flashed. We were in a hotel, the morning before I told my parents I didn’t have any nightmares. But I lied. Sometime in midnight I was sleep walking. Then I just woke up in the middle of the lobby. A beautiful girl was watching me. “Hi.” I told her. Then I looked down and saw I was only wearing boxers. “It’s hard to explain.” I said looking at her. “Earth to Ian.” She spoke. I don’t remember her saying anything to me. She looked kind of scary with that expression on her face.

The lights in the garden had already lit up, and the flowers looked lovely under the soft glow. Looking at the cobblestone path in front of her, Adeline recalled reading about walking barefoot on it would help to increase sleeping quality. Since she hadn't been sleeping properly recently, she took off her shoes and stood barefoot on the sharp, uneven stones. The stones felt cold beneath her feet, and it somehow relaxed her. She began to walk slowly down the path. From time to time, she would feel a sharp jab of pain at the soles of her feet, which startled her every time. Otherwise, she quite enjoyed the whole endeavor.

Why would there be sounds coming from the wall? The knocking lasted for around ten minutes before it suddenly stopped. For the next few hours, I could not sleep at all. At 7 a.m., I walked out of my room to take a shower. Yvonne had already woken up and was preparing breakfast in the kitchen. When she saw me, she nodded. “How did you sleep?” “Not good. I kept hearing strange sounds.” “What was it?” Yvonne stopped moving. “Like knocking coming from the wall.”

I needed coffee, and I was probably still sleeping, and all of this was in my head. I got out of bed and took my phone from the nightstand then immediately dialed Lily’s number. It rang once, twice, then her voice came from the other side. “Zane?” “Lily, I think I’ve started sleepwalking.” “Wait, what?” “Yeah. I really hope it’s not what I’m thinking, because I had a dream where I was in the woods, and when I woke up there were muddy footprints on my room floor.” There was silence for a moment.

The memories hit me like a truck. My torn dress, the approaching guests, the frantic search for a hideout—only to drop under his table, entrapping myself in the little space right between his legs. I had waited for so long. My body was sore, my stomach protesting in hunger. Their business talks had gone on forever. And before I knew it, I had drifted into a deep sleep. It’s a strange power I possess. There were times when I had to sleep on footpaths on chilly nights, with just my shawl covering me. Since then, I’ve been able to sleep anywhere.

Mumbling came from the person on the bed, whose bare feet were the only part Kate could see. The feet looked clean, a bit too big for Kate’s taste but she didn’t recall any option to alter those. She did select beige for the complexion, but since she was looking at the bottom of the guy’s feet, they were reddish at the heels and soles and ashen at the insteps. Kate felt playful and thought about tickling them, but then she thought of how terrible that felt whenever her ma did it to her on church-day Sunday (and most school days). After the brief grumbly mumble, the unseen character went on sleeping and Kate even heard soft snoring. Kate got miffed and gave the phone a rapid series of shakes.

Have him do a handstand, barefoot, with an apple in his mouth. I laugh and Bella rolls her eyes. “You don’t have to,” she tells me. “I can just block him.” “Nah, this going to be funny. I’ll do it and flip him off at the same time,” I laugh taking a bite of an apple and kicking off my shoes. I have really ugly feet. My toes are extra-long, and my foot is narrow. Bella sees my feet and is surprised. “Only a very small number of people have seen my feet,” I tell her.

Mark finally asked her. Lily nodded her head. “Please make yourself comfortable,” Mark told Lily who then sat on the bed. Mark too sat beside her. “Please tell from the beginning,” Mark stated. Lily gave a nod and then narrated him the entire incident. “I took you with me? But I did not realize,” Mark said in a low voice. “You were sleep walking. You were walking bare feet. Are your feet okay?” Lily asked him, looking down at his feet but he was wearing slippers so she could not see them.

I said while pulling my leg from his lap. We both are in our bedroom. When we came back home from office, I was dead tired. Siddharth helps me in shower and we both had our dinner with everyone. After that Siddharth took me to our bedroom for me to take rest. My feet are sore and swollen so Siddharth started giving oil massage to my feet and I protested because I don't like when he touched my feet. "..and how many time I told you, I don't give a shit to these things. Look at your feet, they are red and swollen. You are not living the bed till delivery." He said sternly while gripping my feet tightly to stop me pulling my legs from his lap.