Sleeping Feet Story Novels & Stories

My demonic phone must think it’s at an audition with this enthusiastic performance it’s giving…Oh God, why won’t it shut up! If I can get my sadistic phone and put it on silent, maybe I can get in another thirty minutes of sleep, I contemplated. Deciding to do just that I began to feel around for it…space, space, space, silky sheet, is that a feet?!! My eyes snap shot open, and immediately closed back;uhh, my head hurts… wait, did I just see a feet, curious I slowly peeped through an eye. Why am I staring at a feet?, those can’t be mine right?, I was never good at gymnastics and there’s no way my feet could be that close to my face, not to talk of how big they look right now.

My eyes soon became heavy and before I knew what was happening, I drifted off to sleep. ~~~~ I could hear the footsteps of the shoes echoing in the background and the presence becoming more and more closer to me and soon it stopped. The fear Within me couldn't be hidden, I kept up my act, pretending like I was still asleep and hoping that he would go away. I was wrong to think he would, peeking from my slightly opened eye, I saw the figure squatting before me, his face was hidden in the dark but his cold golden eyes lit up. I shivered in fear, who was this man and why was he after me?

After reaching, I went straight to his room and slumbered on his bed without even changing my clothes. As soon as my eyes closed, sleep embraced me with open arms. After some time I felt someone taking out my heels. And after some time I felt a warm hand kneading my head as if taking away the pain and pushing me more into sweet slumber. I wanted to open my eyes and look at who was doing it but my eyes refused to open as my head started to ache more.

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.

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.

Rosh replied. I looked around and Rosh was right, this is not my room. "How did I end up here? Did you bring me here?" I asked him. "You walked here on your own. I did carry you to your room but you always come back here!" Rosh explained in an irritated way. "Did I walk in my sleep?" I asked him. "Yes, now you are completely awake, would you leave my room now!" Rosh replied and ordered me to leave. I can't believe I walk in my sleep. Did my body's exhaustion trigger a sleepwalk condition? And why did my feet go to Rosh's room? That's a mystery.

Haven't opened my eyes yet,Fiona felt pain in the whole body, neck pain, arm pain, waist pain, discomfort everywhere. When I opened my eyes, I met a black figure, Fiona. He was so scared that he shrank back, his head hit the wall, making a very loud sound. Wheelchair backwards,Paul Henry looked at her: "Why are you sleeping here?" "Yes?"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..."

Hours passed, and I still couldn’t sleep, considering tactics to avoid intimacy with him. Suddenly, I was jolted awake by the creaking of the door. My heart skipped a beat. I clasped my hands together, muttering prayers, as I heard his footsteps echoing on the floorboards with every step he took. My body trembled, and I tightly shut my eyes and lips. Then, the footsteps stopped abruptly, close to me. My soul felt like it was about to leap out of my body. Soon, the footsteps resumed, but they were growing fainter, moving farther away from me.

My foot was tingling. I slowly awoke from my slumber and without opening my eyes, I stretched my legs out to try and decrease the sensation. I had a habit of sleeping on my side, and sometimes my leg would fall asleep, and I'd wake up being numb. I heard the chat of men, bustling around the camp. I knew it had to be night time or they would not be out. I decided to stay in bed longer before I realized I was alone in the tent.