Sleeping Feet Story Novels & Stories

•••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

My days were wrapped in light. But my nights… seemed to belong to something else. Lately, I’d wake up feeling like I hadn’t slept at all. The first time I noticed the soil under my fingernails, I thought maybe I’d knocked over one of the experimental plants I kept in my house in my sleep. The second time, there was dirt on my feet, fine and cool, as though I’d been walking barefoot outside. I remember sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at the marks on the floor and whispering, “You’ve been sleepwalking again, Jean.”

The phone sat on the nightstand near the bed while Rain went about taking off her borrowed outfit. She sat on the edge of the mattress to slip off the heels, glad she didn’t have to wear those often. Her feet were sore, and she had only danced the one time. She rubbed her aching feet, thinking it was odd that she could run for so many miles without as much pain as a few hours in a pair of high heels that weren’t even that high.

I smelled the sour stench coming off it and forced it down even as I gagged. I had tried looking for work, but there was nothing I could do with my injured legs. I could not even manage the simplest manual labor. With no other choice, I could only beg for money with that old man and sleep under a bridge to stay warm. Fortunately, I still had the old homeless man with me. But one night, he came down with a high fever. I panicked and wanted to take him to the hospital, but every driver who passed refused to let us in once they saw what we looked like. Looking at his feverish face, I hated my useless legs for the first time.

the voice demanded and Gianna swore she heard the stomp of a foot. “I will. Just give me five more minutes,” Gianna said tiredly. She almost smiled when she heard the sound of footsteps moving away from the bed. Success. Now I can sleep a little more, she thought just as what felt like a wave of ice cold water crashed down onto her soaker her and her bed.

I don't want them to worry about me. I tried getting home and it was then I noticed that I had sore feet and throat. It had told on me since I stood for over four hours. It wasn't easy. It was exhausting too. I got up on my feet and limped to the bathroom. I removed my clothes and made my way to the shower. I took my bath and it was all okay. I felt relaxed even though I knew that I wasn't going to get any sleep tonight. I would watch over them without them knowing. If I make them know, they wouldn't sleep knowing that I am not sleeping.

My room had one small table lamp still lit on low across the room nearest the door. My dream had been so vivid, the vision of my friend calling to me, her pleas for help. I began to remember everything that had transpired only a few hours ago and figured that all had left to find Bridgette as everything was silent now. I took a deep breath and exhaled as I swing my legs from under the covers and place my soles onto the hardwood floor. It took a moment for me to remember that I had cut up my feet only hours earlier and alarmed I lifted my right leg back over my thigh and examined the sole of my feet closely. Although it was difficult to see, I could tell that my feet had healed nearly complet

I felt the slightly rough wall as I took small steps towards god knows what. A few steps in, I ran into a coffee table and stubbed my toe. "Ow, fucking piece of shit, owwww." whispering in pain. "God how great my fucking luck is." jumping up and down, holding onto my foot. To make the situation even better, I ran into a bunch of other things too, but not hard enough to make any noticeable sound, thank god. I was so determined to find something I could sleep on, and if not, I'll just end up sleeping on the floor.

He gave me a small smile before heading off into the night. The next morning, I woke up to a debilitating pain in my feet. It was as if someone had driven hot iron spikes through them. The agony was so intense that I wanted to scream, but no sound came out. Tears sprang to my eyes as I tried to move, but my feet refused to obey. I couldn't even crawl to the door when the delivery of food and supplies arrived as Kaden had promised. The knock on the door was followed by the soft thud of the package being placed outside, but I couldn't bring myself to retrieve it. The pain was overwhelming.

My house was the last stop, just the walk from the cab to my front door was painful, the moment I stepped in the house I slipped them off, my feet felt like they had been held in a torture contraption, and I now felt a foot shorter on my bare feet. I hauled my arse up the stairs, stripped off my dress that now stank of sweat and alcohol and pulled on my oversized baggy bed t-shirt, falling into bed my eyes were shut and I was asleep within seconds, the buzzing of music still ringing in my ears and dehydration already setting in my mouth.