South Park Sleep Novels & Stories

I nodded as some of it was poured in glasses for each of us. I greedily lapped mine up and my glass was quickly re-filled. I told them the full story, leaving out certain unnecessary parts. By the time I was done speaking, I was tired --- worn out, more like. I kept trying to stifle my yawn which, by the way was rude, but they caught on and I was led to the guest room where, as my head hit the soft pillows, I drifted off fast to sleep. The next day

Sunday. Creed of Truth Sanctuary, Brazil. LUMEN LAY ON THE top bunk staring at the ceiling. Buzz had fallen asleep again finally. They'd spent most of the night doing that. Talking, drifting off into silence and sleeping a bit. Eventually one of them would wake up, then the other and it began again. He'd seemed to understand without her needing to say it that there were some things they just couldn't talk about. Buzz was a perceptive kid. Like his sister.

Then bowling. Loud music. Bright lights. Something to break the silence in her head. By the end of it, Sophia was laughing—just for a moment. And that mattered. The room felt different now. Less heavy. Not fixed. But not suffocating. Sophia sat on the edge of the bed. “I don’t have anything to sleep in.” Patrick tossed her a shirt and boxers. “Now you do.” She gave a small smile. “Thanks.” She changed and climbed into bed, turning on a movie.

‘I mean, they’ve been in a coma-like state for a while now, that means they don’t need quite so much food and water. ‘Like being in hibernation, you mean?’ offered Strauss. ‘Yeah. But the human body still needs sustenance to survive. And he looks pretty healthy to me.’ Bridget caught herself. ‘Apart from the obvious, of course.’ Strauss cocked his head. ‘It’s entirely possible. I guess we’ll see when I take a closer look at these samples, won’t we?’ What was concerning him more than that was Bridget’s comment from earlier. If these Sleepers, for want of a better word, were in cocoons, what would happen when the secretion had finished whatever it was doing to them? Would they really be replac

A forbidden excitement arose in my heart. Through all night, I didn't remember how many times we had orgasms. At last, I lost my consciousness with his stamina. The next morning, when my phone alarm went off, I was like a ball of Plasticine without a spine, lying limp on his super comfortable bed. Yeah, we made it from the couch to the dinner table, and finally to the bed. So I didn't get any energy in my body right now. Wearily, I turned off the alarm clock, and Sophie's call came in.

"Fine?'' she asked turning to Troy. Her hairs now down, bouncing on her shoulders as the bus passed through a bump. A few strands around her eyes. Troy raised his hand and tucked a few of them hairs behind her ear. ‘‘Now it is,'' Both chuckled looking away. ‘‘Did you get any sleep?'' Sophia asked him quietly. ''I did,'' he nodded. ‘‘But then you started talking in your sleep which woke me up,'' With a gasp of embarrassment, she said, ''oh god, I'm so sorry. But I can't help it. I'm a sleep talker,'' she buried her head in her kneed which were pulled up on the seat. Troy muttered that it was all right. ‘‘What did I say?'' she asked curiously raising her head. ‘‘Gibberish,'' Both of them snort

And that is exactly what we did for the rest of the night. Savannah texted me a couple of hours later saying that the girls have all fell asleep watching Magic Mike XXL and she was going to do the same. I wished her goodnight and when I saw the guys Lucas fell asleep on the couch with the controller in his hands. Greg crashed about an hour ago stretched out on the floor with his head propped up on a bunch of cushions.

“Don't think too much and take a rest.” Sophia slowly slipped to sleep and Saul called the doctor who assured him after checking her that she was fine. She was cocooned in his arms with her head on his chest. Both of them were sleeping cozy in the warmth of the quilt. Saul held her very possessively like she was water who was going to slip away from him. In the middle of the night he felt a slight movement near his chest. “I want to pee.” Her voice was groggy while rubbing her eyes like a little girl. Saul snickered and released her from his arms. Few minutes later Sophia came back. “I want to know everything about you.”

"I mean, can't you size-change and carry us?" "You don't think I would have done that already if I could?" Sleepy questions and then laughs bitterly; he sounds frustrated with himself. "I fall asleep after I use my goddamn spells—that's why people call me Sleepy!" I blink multiple times before bursting out in laughter—I can't flipping help myself! "Jesus Christ, I didn't expect that to be the reason at all!" A blush is spreading on Sleepy's cheeks, and I giggle at the embarrassed face he is making.

I could see the sadness in his eyes. "It's cool. We'll watch movies and order soup and crackers when you are feeling better. Like a slumber party." I said smiling. "I'm pretty easygoing. Try to get some sleep." I cover him up and grab my stuff off the nightstand and move it to the one near the bed I'm in. Scotts asleep and snoring within minutes. I'll never understand how people do that. It takes me forever to fall asleep, but once I'm up, I'm up. I lay there daydreaming about the future with Dane and what it could be. Eventually, I fell back asleep.