Sleeping Nook Novels & Stories

There’s a modest little purple vibrator on my right. Behind me on the nightstand is an old-fashioned alarm clock glaring at midnight in ghostly green. There are thick white pillar candles lit and glowing on every surface throughout the room, giving it an elegant ambiance. Soft, sultry mood music plays from the record player in the corner. But across the house, all is silent save for the low, constant hum of the air conditioning. It’s the ideal white noise to block out the naughtiness about to go down in the cozy privacy of my room. This is a private show; there’s no space for the peanut gallery. Everything I need is already here. They are already waiting for me. I’m willing to bet they’ve be

"It isn't caving." "It absolutely is." "It's... strategic financial planning." She bursts into laughter. "Whatever helps you sleep at night." As we begin gathering the paperwork, I wander a little farther down one of the aisles. Blankets. Sheets. Tiny pillows. Stuffed animals. My heart melts a little more with every step. Then I stop. Folded neatly on a display is a bedding set unlike anything else in the store. Soft sage green. Cream-colored trim. Tiny embroidered wolves beneath a glowing moon.

The sunlight penetrates through the dark curtains that are slightly open. The walls are white and the beddigs are a simple dark gray with a few pillows on it .I look around for anything else bit there is nothing else .Just weird paintings of naked women. "You can make yourself comfortable, " Knox motions his hand to the bed in front of me. "What -"I look around prepared to not sleep on his bed. "I will be out and I wont take long , "he cuts me off before I can even say anything else. How rude! "I'm not going to sleep here , " I look at the bed in bewilderment.

The kitchen was filled with state-of-the-art appliances, surprising given how quaint the house was. Then, there was the master bedroom: a large four-poster bed piled high with pillows and blankets, as well as an en suite bathroom with a huge claw-foot tub and a sliding glass door that opened up to a private back patio. There was a hot tub out there as well, which I could already picture myself soaking in tonight once Melody was asleep. I turned, still in shock, to see Noah laying Melody down on the bed and fussing with her shoes. I watched his back for a moment, my brow furrowed.

Noah P.O.V. I love this scent. You could see in everything this was indeed the biggest bedroom of the house. The walls where light green colored, it had a big grey couch with a fireplace at the front of the left side of the room. Next to it, close to the big windows there was a king-sized bed with soft light green linen on them. So, when you woke up and looked at your left you would feel like you just had woken up in the forest.

I don’t think there’s any point in trying to go back to sleep when the voices are practically shouting. With a small sigh, I get up out of bed, throw on my fav jagger tee and lounge pants. I grab my phone and pick up my kindle and wireless earbuds on the way to my balcony. My building has no obstructed views of the ocean. It’s beautiful watching the sunrise from here, but it’s still a little early. It’s why I brought such a large outdoor day bed. It’s almost like a little cocoon. A place I can sit back, enjoy a good book and listen to music, or I can simply watch the world go by and drift into my imagination.

Noah worked in the next room. My mind raced through the implications of the white skull seal, the missing pregnancy test, and the absolute chaos Jake could unleash by morning. The bedroom door clicked open. Noah walked in. He didn't turn on the lamps. He shed his suit jacket in the dark, the rustle of expensive fabric filling the quiet space. The mattress dipped under his heavy weight. He slid beneath the silk sheets, his large hand finding the curve of my waist. "You're awake," he murmured. "I can't sleep."

Her curiosity rose and caused her to venture to the door. She pulled it open a mere portion and peeked inside. The room was full of couches, desks, and chairs. She continued in and looked around the room. It was decorated to look like a living room, but it had a few dining room tables. Hae Mina ignored them and walked to the fireplace. The warmth kissed her skin. She sat on the love-seat near the fire. As she watched the flames dance, she succumbed to sleep's embrace.

I am not a tall girl, no more than the average size of any American fresh out of adolescence. I'm going to Joshua's room. There is only a small metal bed that is wrapped and disassembled, the kind you use when you have visitors who need to sleep at home. I bought it second hand at a garage sale a year ago. Before we slept in the same bed. It has a wooden table that has seen better times. In it she puts books, teas, sodas and her homework. Joshua is asleep. I don't think I can be awake. According to my cell phone, it's after three in the morning, when Freddy Krueger and the zombies in the Michael Jackson video go out to murder people and eat their brains.

“We have all the time in the world to figure that out. For now, why don’t you take a rest and sleep it off. A long sleep might help you remember things about you more. “ I got inside “my room” and It was huge. He somehow maximized the space of this underground house. Looking at the furniture and other designs in the room, I noticed a teddy bear with an odd right eye beside the flat screen television. I didn’t pay close attention to it but I already knew that it’s a “Nanny Cam”. Something’s definitely sketchy about Noah and I will play my role as the guys with no memory until I actually regain all of it. The next day, I woke up to the smells of freshly cooked bacon and eggs that’s already at