Sleeping Feet Story Novels & Stories

The kind where you both know there's more underneath the words but neither of you is brave enough to dive headfirst into it. I cleared my throat. "I couldn't sleep." "I noticed." He sipped his drink, eyes watching me over the rim. I made a face. "Stalker." "Light sleeper," he countered, lips quirking. "I heard you shuffling down the hallway like a ghost in those ridiculous socks." I glanced down at my feet. Okay, fine - they were ridiculous. Pink with little dancing tacos. Eddie picked them out for me last Christmas. "They're adorable, thank you very much."

But locking down final legal contracts required absolute, paranoid vigilance. "That means we have a few days of just us girls," I said warmly. "Now, off to bed with you. Ballerinas need their rest." "I can't sleep! I'm too excited about the dance," she protested. She wiggled her toes. I smiled. "How about a story? The one about the brave little rabbit who had to cross the dark forest?" "Yes, please!" Later, I tucked the duvet up to her chin. Sophie reached out and touched my cheek with her small, warm hand.

Noah sat on the edge of the bed, fidgeting with his fingers. “I had a nightmare,” he whispered. “I woke up and… you were gone. Sleep paralysis held me down. Then I heard noise. Thought maybe—” He faltered. “There were footsteps. The same footsteps that flooded my head when I met your uncle. Heavy, slow… I don’t know but I suddenly remember experiencing this before. I had frequent sleep paralysis before and there's always that footstep. I was awake when Red came in, but I couldn't move or speak.”

I didn't want any of that so I stayed calm and sat on the rock. I found it by the side of the cave and rested my head onto the wall of the super cave. It was cold and felt like I was soon going to start shaking because of the excess water I have been into. I grabbed my hands together to make it warm for me, but there was nothing I could do about my feet because I lost my shoes a long time ago while trying to run away. I shut my eyes for a moment before I couldn’t know it. I was already deep asleep. That was when I began to hear the sound of footsteps approaching the amount of give where I was sitting.

When bed time came they changed my clothes but kept the socks on saying they will keep me warm. I was quite the whole time until they thought I was deep asleep and left the room. I took off the socks and sat in bed watching the sealing. I no wanna socks, I no wanna sleep... The end for real! Hope you enjoyed this story. Love Cinderella.

I took out a white t shirt and sweatpants, and some underwear. I wore them and then walked barefoot to Melodys room, " Good morning my sleeping beauty, I hope you slept well. I had dreams of you and our son, him playing running in the grass us chasing him. But I woke up and it was all just a dream, your heart rate is abnormally high today " when I saw the monitor beeping non stop, the doctor came in with an injection in his hand.

I requested her to which she nodded. After a little more assurance I was ready to get back into my room and sleep like a baby. With the thought of sleep in my mind, I placed my feet on the floor and tried to stand. My legs felt like jelly and I had to take support of the nightstand to prevent myself from falling.

My body walked downstairs, my feet burning with every step, I felt like crying but I couldn't even move my lip. Surprisingly, I didn't trip once despite the dark hall. I prayed repeatedly to come across someone, but it was late and everyone was asleep. Am I sleepwalking? My feet made a squelching sound as I walked barefoot, probably leaving bloody footsteps behind. I could hardly feel the pain through my terror.

He still has a week left to come. With these thoughts, I closed my eyes and didn't realize when I drifted into a deep slumber. ________________ It was only when I felt something soft touching my feet that I stirred in my sleep. What's that? Is a bug touching my feet? Ohhnoooooooo I really don't like bugs. Like it's nothing personal, but they kind of irritate me a lot. And now feeling there was a bug on my feet, I immediately jerked my feet upwards and got up from the bed. I might have hit the bug too in the process because the next moment a manly groan was heard.

I've been through so much in one day. The close footsteps suddenly stopped, I strained my ear to see if it really stopped and yes it stopped. I only heard faint meaning it had already faded away. I sighed and closed my eyes, deciding to go to sleep and avoid hearing another footstep. I forced myself to feel sleepy and soon I felt my eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and then I fell asleep.