Sound Asleep Dream Series Air Mattress Novels & Stories

“Then stop treating the awareness as a personal failure. Come to bed. She is asleep. He is asleep. The charter allows you to be horizontal.” He came. The mattress accepted his weight. For a stretch of minutes that the formal residual would never correctly value, the four of us occupied one quiet architecture—two small sleeping breaths, two adult ones, the claim mark under his mouth, the residual heat of a house that had expanded without erasing. “Name the soft thing,” I said into the dark.

The bedroom was perfectly still, anchored by the deep, rhythmic sound of her breathing. Damian lay motionless in the center of the massive mattress, the muted, slate-grey light of early morning filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows of their new penthouse. Aria was tucked securely against his side, her head resting flat over his heart, one of her bare legs tangled intimately with his. Her dark hair was a mess of silk spilled across his chest. He looked down at her relaxed, sleeping face, feeling a strange, heavy tightness grip his ribs.

The main housekeeper saw our bedraggled state and began fussing over all of us, making sure we ate that evening and began pulling all of the drapes closed to eliminate as much sun as possible from the room. Troi never said a word out loud as they started helping with one of the air mattresses. We all jumped in as well getting the couches and other two mattresses set up. Unspoken agreement seemed to be that the mated couples would take two of the mattresses and Jessica and Sarah would take the other. Troi and I flopped down on the couches and I felt the fatigue hit all at once. People were kicking off shoes and getting settled when a low rumble came from where Troi was laying, already seeming

She narrow her eyes at him. "I told him to sleep on couch" , she huffed looking at the couch which is pretty small for his giant like body. There is weird fact that in this whole house there is just one bedroom .She was about to get off the bed to sleep on couch when she see a deep frown appear on his forehead. He scrunched his face up in not so comfortable manner. She stared at him with worried eyes when he slightly move his head in discomfort. She leaned a little closer to his face when he whimpered a little. Suddenly sweat started appearing in his forehead, it was almost like he was fighting with someone in his dream.

The first thing I noticed was the silence. No distant sirens, no noisy neighbors, no roommate blaring K-pop at 2 a.m. Just... quiet. Heavy, expensive quiet. The second thing I noticed was the bed. Or more accurately, the absurd softness of the mattress under me, like I’d fallen asleep in a five-star cloud. The sheets smelled faintly of lavender and whatever brand of detergent rich people use. Definitely not the corner-store stuff I used to buy in bulk.

Amy pleaded hoarsely from her own sleeping bag, diligently suppressing a fresh fit of laughter that threatened to erupt. The women left a small battery-powered lamp on, casting a soft, comforting glow throughout the tent. One by one, they snuggled into their own sleeping bags, the soft rustling of fabric the last sound before a symphony of gentle snores soon filled the tent. After the emotional rollercoaster of the previous night, sleep claimed them swiftly and deeply.

Luckily, we aren't awkward around each other now. We brought an air mattress to sleep on, which was already set up inside the hut. I wore a long, loose shirt for bed just to be comfortable. Of course, we were still lying next to each other, so as the night grew deep, I couldn't sleep. A rechargeable night light outside served as our only illumination. Even with the space between us, I could feel the heat radiating from him. He was lying on his side with his back to me, and he seemed to be sleeping soundly.

“The mattress is much more comfortable than the couch and it’s huge. You wouldn’t even have to touch me and I promise I won't bite.” “Goodnight, Lauren.” It was the only response to her ridiculous suggestion I could be bothered to make. Goddess, help me!

I opened my eyes after feeling asleep for a long time. But I was shocked to realize that the room I was in was very different from before I fell asleep. I'm even sure that this room isn't the one in the hospital. But a room in a house. Is everything just a dream? This move, a completely different atmosphere. Suddenly the door opened. Bringing up the figure of Min Junho wearing casual clothes like never before seems formal. “Are you awake?”

Andrea patted the bed beside her,"You can sleep here" "With you"Louis asked. His green eyes widened in surprise. Andrea stared up at him for a few seconds and went back to looking at her phone,"On the bed". He dragged his body to the bed and climbed in beside her. His body curled up, and he turned his back on her. Andrea's eyes moved from the phone to his body. She turned off the light,"Louis" "Yeah". He turned to look at her. "A doctor will check on you tomorrow morning".