Sleeping Nook Novels & Stories

Inside each case sat external solid-state drives, spare connection cables, a compact wireless router, and a portable satellite transceiver. He picked up a short black cable, coiled it neatly around two fingers, and tucked it into a dedicated slot in the smallest case. On the far side of the room, Noah shifted under the heavy white duvet on the king-sized bed. The blankets pulled tight around his shoulders as he turned onto his side, facing the desk. His eyes were half-closed, heavy with sleep, his dark hair messy against the white pillowcase. "Cass," Noah mumbled, his voice thick and gravelly from sleep. "What time is it?"

‘Stop that, it’s almost morning, you don’t want to wake everyone up’. ‘Why weren’t you sleeping before?’I asked. ‘I was watching a movie with Gracie, after that I just couldn’t fall asleep’. She explained. ‘The tournament has started captain, we don’t want you leading us to our doom. Go to bed’. ‘I don’t feel like it’. She shrugged. ‘I can help with that. Cuddles?’ I said opening my arms. She swatted me with a pillow and got off the bed. ‘I will just play some music’. She said, walking towards the sound system.

I use the time to take a look around his room. Noah's bedroom is spacious but minimalistic, with dark wooden furniture and deep gray walls that give it a sophisticated feel. A bookshelf stands neatly stocked near a leather armchair by the window, where thick curtains drape to block out the city lights. Everything is in perfect order, reflecting his disciplined nature. A faint knock on the door pulls me from my thoughts. I frown, standing up and making my way over, careful not to make too much noise as I crack it open.

“Ain’t you coming to bed, baby?” “I will, Noah. I just need to finish this one thing. Don’t wait up, I’ll be done soon.” I said, giving him my brightest smile. He nodded, and walked in. After about hour later, I was already tired so I rounded up, shut the laptop, and tiptoed into the bedroom. Noah was already out cold, his soft snores filling the quiet space. I slipped under the covers carefully so as not to wake him and soon fell asleep.

He returns it with an equally fake smile. "Sure. I'll go have dinner while you do your thing." I grab the things I need from my room... skincare, fresh clothes, the essentials.. and go into Noah's room. His bathroom is significantly larger than the one in the hallway, and it's much more comfortable, with a faint scent of his cologne and mint. I get cleaned up and dress in a pair of comfy, silky PJs and a ribbed tank top, without a bra, of course. I don't ever sleep in a bra.

Noah pulled off my underwear and scooped me up, holding my back against the wall. Meanwhile, Fletcher and Karen seem to be reaching their climax, as their breathing and panting became louder and louder with the vibrations of the bed. "Now it's our turn." Noah straightened up and pressed his waist toward me. His dick was perfectly into my pussy. It was very hard but very warm. The air conditioning seemed to be turned down a little bit this evening and the wall was hard and rough, which made me hug Noah tightly to avoid that cold wall. It was a little bit painful.

’ Blackie snorted, ‘More like a dead pig…’ *** That night was Noah’s best sleep ever since he came to this world; thus, he found himself waking up fully rested earlier than usual. He didn’t know why, but that night he had felt especially relaxed and comfortable. He was surrounded by pleasing warmth, and there was even a comfortable weight on top of him. Not too light nor too heavy, but just right. Like one of those therapeutic weighted blankets, he had always wanted to have in his previous life. So that’s what all the hype was about! Sleeping under a weighted blanket was indeed worth all the hype!

I was in need of new clothing because the ones I had were worn out and torn. Because I didn't remember to lock the door to the shower room, I decided to sit in the bathtub and allow the hot water to cover my body instead. I closed my eyes and focused on relaxing as best as I could while also attempting to take a quick nap while I waited for the store to deliver my dress. Soon after, I found myself dozing off, and after a few minutes, James's voice came very close to my head and asked, "you made an order from the store in the lobby?"

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the dining table where Irene had unintentionally drifted into slumber. She stirred from her sleep, her eyes blinking as they adjusted to the daylight. Confusion and a sense of disorientation momentarily clouded her thoughts. Noah, her cherubic 4 year old son, stood beside her, his round, innocent eyes widened in surprise. He peered down at his mother, his head tilting slightly to the side as he assessed the unusual situation. "Mommy, why are you sleeping here?" he asked, his voice filled with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

I said. "Who just do that," she said. "Yes," I said. She pressed her fingers flat against the bed. The grounding gesture. For something too large to hold all at once. "Yes," she said. --- Noah woke at six fifty nine. He came to the doorway. He looked at us. He looked at the ammonite on the cord. He looked at the embroidered square on the bedside table. He picked it up. He looked at the spiral. He put it back. He looked at us.