Sound Asleep Dream Series Air Mattress Novels & Stories

The air carried the faint, familiar scent of mildew and old cardboard boxes that had been here longer than either of them could remember. She moved to the far corner where the futon lay. The mattress was bare, sheets stripped weeks ago in preparation for this. She lowered herself onto it, felt the weight settle between her thighs, and reached back to grasp the base of the plug. The rubber gave a little under her grip. She tugged once, twice, then slid it free in one smooth motion. The emptiness that followed was immediate, sharp, and exactly as it should have been. Mark had texted at seven: *Sleep plugged until I get back. If it shifts, push it back in. Collar on. Lights off.*

The energy under my skin was completely wired, far too restless for sleep. I stared at the sleeping platform, which looked perfectly calibrated to my wolf’s weight specs. Jessa had run a diagnostic on the sheets and verified they were clean and allergen-free, and a service omega had cycled through while we were eating to activate the internal heating elements, but I knew I’d just claw at the mattress if I lay down now.

Greg asks for help to his room as he feels he might get a better night’s sleep in an actual bed instead of a couch, and I couldn’t agree more with him. Helping him to his room, I help him get situated on the mattress as he lies back against the softness. I hear what seems to be a pleasurable moan. I’m guessing that sound is the sound of approval of my mom buying the most softest mattresses ever in existence. “Oh, my motherfucking god, where the hell did you get this from? I need this in my own place when I get back there.” “You can thank my mom for that. I don’t know where she got them from. She got this place set up for me whilst I was tying down my loose ends and packing for the move here.

She adjusted herself perfectly into it and continued to sleep. For the first time in almost a month, she finally got some early morning sleep. Her body felt heavy with sleep and my brain was still filled with fragments of my dream from the night before. She rolled over to tuck my solid black comforter farther between her bare legs and pushed my body deeper into the mattress, one that wasn't foreign, stained, and filled with metal springs, but rather my familiar one, which was newer and packed with foam and feathers on the Inside. I sat and watched over her and the babies.

“I’ll be here until you fall asleep.” “Goodnight,” I say and not even five minutes later, I drift off into a dreamless sleep with the scent of Cedarwood and pine cones keeping the demons away.

He sat down on his air mattress, the dawn still far away. "Stay with me? I don't want to fall asleep alone," I said softly. His eyes softened and he climbed next to me. He wrapped his arms around me and I nestled into the hollow of his shoulder. I felt safe and happy. The soft beating of his heart along with the even rise and fall of his chest lulled me to sleep. I closed my eyes and didn't dream of fire.

mom said as she walked back to her room. I made my way down to the basement and saw that Connor and Wade had made the futon into a bed and were both passed out. I could wake them but decided against it. I changed into some sleeper shorts and a spaghetti-strapped shirt and crawled into bed between them. I laid my head on Connor's chest since I didn't have a pillow and wrapped my arm across his belly. Connor nuzzled his nose into my hair and then started snoring lightly.

I went back in the house, after they thanked me, and started making my waffle batter for breakfast. Aidinth and Alpha Damien were the next ones awake, and I asked Alpha Damien, “How did you sleep?” Alpha Damien sighed, “I haven’t slept that well in a long time. I know the same is true for Abby because she never sleeps this late. You have to tell me where you got those mattresses and what brand they are. I know Abby will want to know.” I went to the office and pulled the invoice out of the file cabinet for him. I showed him the information and he typed it into his phone. He smiled, “Thanks. Even if she doesn’t ask, I will make sure we get a set. They are awesome.” When breakfast was ready, Al

I do, hearing him enter behind me and shut the door. But I'm not focused on him. No, instead I'm focused on the set up in the living room. The couch is gone, pushed against one of the walls. The coffee table pushed against the corner. Leaving the entire center of the living room. Instead, a big air mattress is lying there, completely full of air and a set of sheets and blankets on it. Pillows surround it. With the way the couch is positioned, it's pressed against the wall with its back facing the mattress, acting as a support for the pillows. The television is on the DVD channel, waiting for a movie to be put in. A stack of movies is laying on the bed, along with a big box of pizza, some pop

I wondered if I would be able to take a shower here and if so, where I could get a change of clothes. The bed was perfect. I had never slept on a mattress this comfortable in my whole entire life. It was easy to fall asleep on a bed like this. It was also easy to forget nightmares and all sorts of problems that could be associated with the day-to-day life. I laid my head on the soft pillow and felt myself relaxing and traveling to a place where my life wasn’t so messed up and out of order.