Sleeping Feet Story Novels & Stories

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.

I suspiciously scanned him as I wondered what he was hiding before I got in bed and focused on sleeping. I tried hard to fall asleep, but it didn’t happen. I kept turning and turning, my feet were sore. Damn, I wish I didn’t run that fast. I thought, and I abruptly got up. “I can’t sleep, my feet are sore,” I said without expecting his response. “Alright,” he said, his face still serious. He closed the computer, came to the end of the bed, and took my feet. He started giving them a massage, and I couldn’t help but lay my head against the headboard.

I talked to Devon about what happened to me last night and he just laughed and told me that he already knew. I asked him how he knew it because I felt shy when he already knew about it before I told him. He said that his friends who saw me having my sleepwalk told him that my mom and Nana Salve are following me. They almost slept because I walk too fast; almost running. I couldn't look at him and he noticed that I couldn't look at him because I am not just shy but also embarrassed. I didn’t know that I would have a sleepwalk and that is totally off for me.

CRYSTAL Feet. They were approaching me. Immedately my eyes fluttered open as my ears twitched to the sound of feet approaching me. I was a light sleeper and the tiniest noise could disrupt my sleep. I didn't even realise I had fallen asleep, my body resting on the wooden edges of the bed. My gaze slowly lifted up and locked with the eyes of a different maid. I yawned drowsily and rubbed my eyes with the back of my palms.

Rochelle Entering the exam room with the doctor I sat down on the table as he sat on a small rolling stool, he gathered supplies and began to treat the wounds on my legs, “want tell me how you got these cuts, bruises and look like you’ve just went through hell?” I shrugged as my mind raced for an adequate answer for this human, “you won’t believe me if I tell you the truth, but here it goes.” I chuckled, “I sleepwalk, and we live in a very remote area, somehow tonight everything just happened all at once, our little girl getting sick, as I was sleepwalking in the forest was not the best timing.”

•••FEW MONTHS LATER••• 2 sleeping figure tangled in each other could be seen on the bed when a smaller one peeks through the door Slowly entering, footsteps so quiet that the sleeping figures couldn’t hear “Wakey Wakey” the smaller figure jumped on the bed and a groan was heard after “That’s your daughter” Mia who was one of the sleeping persons says as her eyes flutters open , Carl groans “You pushed her out” he argued back turning to face her…love swirling in his eyes…years had passed but the love was still strong

He even remembered to remind me. He knew and remembered everything. And yet, he still cheated. His voice was hoarse while his breathing was ragged—like a dying fish gulping for air. A cold, sinking feeling spread through my body, like I'd fallen into an icy river. My limbs felt weak, and even my head felt unbearably heavy. Why would he send me a voice message while they were in bed? Did they get off on this? Without thinking, I called him. "Is there something wrong with the project?" I asked. "Or do your clients just not have wives and kids to go home to this late at night?"

I slowly opened them again to try and get them accustomed to the light again even as it mercilessly pierced my already sleep filled aching orbs. "Good, be down in 10, will you?" She grinned, gently tapping my bare thigh before getting off my bed and walking to my white, wooden bedroom door. I closed my eyes and threw my arm over my closed eyelids to try and get rid of the stubborn sleep that I so loved. Knowing that this method would only be futile, I groaned as I got off my bed until my bare feet were greeted by my rough, dark grey carpeted floor. Using my feet, I located my sandals and slipped my feet into them before standing up and trudging my way to my adjoined bathroom. I quickly rinse