Sound Asleep Dream Series Air Mattress Novels & Stories

It is not like it was the first time I had ever needed to do such, and this floor is cleaner than most. When I am finished I stand again. Dirty and stumbling, body and ego bruised from ill-treatment, some of which was self-inflicted, I barely made it around the firepit and empty bathtub to fall over onto the bed on the other side of the room. It was so soft I could feel my weight sinking into it. The mattress is made from something light. It did not have the feel or smell of straw. What could it be? Sheep's wool? Feathers? I’ve never slept on a bed of feathers… It is lying here, my body growing heavier, my mind curious about the contents of my bed, that sleep claims me.

I marveled, overwhelmed by the sensation of warmth and the sound that seemed to cradle us in a comforting embrace. Alex, equally bewildered, speculated, "I don’t know exactly, but the light seems to function similarly to a microwave, radiating warmth throughout our bodies, perfect for sleep and maintaining a comfortable temperature. The sound, on the other hand, appears to be a frequency designed to resonate with our body’s own, relaxing us and easing tension, akin to a massage." Exhaustion from our journey and the day's events washed over us as we lay there, allowing the bed's miraculous technology to lull us into a state of relaxation. It was a moment of peaceful acclimation to our new liv

If you ever have the chance to watch two grown men carry already blown up queen-size air mattresses upstairs you should really do it. Allie and Melanie stood on one side of the room while I stood on the other trying to stifle our giggles to no avail. The guys looked at us grunted then went back downstairs to grab the last mattress. After the beds were made we settled in for some much-needed sleep. I ended up tossing and turning all night. No one tells you that after spending your entire life in the city you get used to hearing sirens and cars all hours of the night. In the country, it’s pretty much deathly silent except for some crickets, frogs, and the occasional howl of a coyote. Melanie h

I sit on the edge of the large mattress, and I watch the steady rise and fall of Beau's chest. The underground bunker remains quiet because the heavy steel doors block out all the harsh noise from the estate above us. Several hours have passed since Beau cried himself to sleep, and the room feels very peaceful now. Rhett rests behind him with his strong arm wrapped tight around Beau's waist, and Rhett breathes in a deep and even rhythm.

Briana wakes up in the middle of the night breathing so hard after having a nightmare. It is 2am and she is drenched in her own sweat. She quickly grabs her blanket and rushes to the living room. Briana stares at the carpet, directly at the position where David had slept before. Without thinking twice, she walks to the couch and lies down. "I'll just imagine he's here" says Briana as she tries to fall asleep while staring at the carpet where David had slept.

to whoever bought vehicles for armies, as this one had been parked inside of a werewolf garage. Past it, she could see that Talen and Heath had laid camp-bed mattresses out on the floor. It wouldn’t be the most comfortable of beds, with only the thin mattresses between them and the concrete, but it was better than nothing, and definitely better than sleeping somewhere squashed in with the werewolf soldiers or news crews. As they entered, she saw that Talen was inspecting several lengths of different types of rope, and she slid a look at Cameron, whose face was flushed as he began to make the bed.

Nina says as she lets out a soft yawn. I nod my head before making my way to the hall closet in order to grab sheets, pillows, a comforter as well as a blow up mattress. Once I grab all of the needed items, I lay them on the floor and begin pumping air into the mattress. It took what seemed to be forever, before it was finally full of air. Mia then takes the sheets and puts them onto the mattress before adding pillows and the huge comforter. After they were all settled in I make my way to my bed and attempt to fall asleep but my mind became clouded with thoughts.

"I’ll take the couch. We can put some weights on the mattress or—" ​"The system is calibrated for human movement," Dante interrupted quietly. "It tracks heart rates through the mattress sensors. It knows the difference between a stack of books and a person. If we don't both stay on that bed, the report she receives at six a.m. will show a 'residency discrepancy.' And then Silas wins."

“It has a shower. You'll find towels on the bed. Make yourself at home. I'll wake you up as soon as I know something.” “What about you? Where will you sleep if you give me your bedroom?” Darren asked, a little confused. “I'll stretch out on the living room sofa and watch TV. Unlike you, I've had enough sleep and I don't need to rest yet,” Margaret explained. Although he felt uncomfortable and thought he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep, Darren shut himself in the bedroom. A hot shower was just what he needed. It was nice to take a shower after such a long day. He thought of Margaret lying in the living room and briefly pictured her next to him, but cursed himself again for thinking such thoug

I am so uncomfortable and everything hurts, my back, my neck, my arm- what kind of mattress is this? I whine rolling over to the other side of the bed. I seriously have to change this mattress, it’s as hard as a rock. Suddenly, my alarm starts to go on and off blabbing the most irritating sound ever. Nothing seems right today, first the mattress and now this. Fuck it! I seriously need to change the sound of this. It’s practically ripped my ears off!