Taken While I Slept Novels & Stories

Mac: Alright, talk to you tomorrow. Me: Talk to you later. After ensuring everything is locked up and the lights are off, I make my way up to my room. I settle into my bed, finding comfort as I prepare to sleep. Before I know it, I am lost in a dream of Korey, his brooding face, and his tender touch all over my body. I moan in my sleep, and it feels as though Korey's voice is right beside me. Suddenly, I wake up to find Korey gazing down at me, his hand on my face and the other on my stomach.

I closed my eyes so that I wouldn't see her pained look. I suddenly felt a soothing feeling on the wound. It was as if something was soothing the pains away drastically and it was lulling me to sleep. I didn't fight the feeling. I allowed sleep to take over and fell happily into its dark embrace. For the first time since Shanty stabbed me with the bane, I fell into a restful sleep. Maureen's POV 'Is it ok for him to sleep?' Leila asked Grandma Gina after we discovered that Ian had fallen asleep.

Anna's POV I was utterly drained, both physically and mentally. Since returning to Italy, sleep had become a rare luxury. My body ached for rest, and after a long, scalding shower, I finally let myself collapse onto the bed, hoping to escape into the peace of sleep for at least a few hours. The moment my head touched the pillow, darkness enveloped me, pulling me into a deep, dream-laden slumber. I dreamt of Harvey, my husband, with vivid memories of our passionate moments flashing through my mind, the kind of dreams that made me yearn for his touch.

Maybe, just maybe, she'll help me find the freedom I’ve been craving. As I lay in bed, my hands and feet crossed, staring up at the ceiling, I was too excited to even think about falling asleep. The anticipation of seeing Mia tomorrow kept me wide awake. I decided to try calming my restless mind with some soft instrumental music, hoping it would help me drift off. After a few minutes, the soothing melodies began to settle my thoughts, and soon, I felt my eyelids grow heavy. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep, the music still playing softly in my ears, the headphones still in place, as I slipped into a peaceful, dream-filled rest.

I fell asleep at ten. By accident. The plan had been to stay awake until Theo got home, because he said it might be around eleven. I had even put my phone beside my pillow, volume all the way up, face up, like a responsible woman who would not allow two battered men and one twin brother to come home without a light interrogation. Then my head touched the pillow. And my body, the second little traitor after my nervous system, immediately cut the power. I didn’t remember any dreams. No dramatic scenes. No Zach appearing in the rain with children and legal documents. No Karl with a bruised jaw and the words my future wife. Just black. Quiet. Eight hours of social death I desperately needed.

I’m now certain he must have overheard our conversation. When I finally drift off, my sleep is plagued by fractured nightmares of Daniel and Barbara’s smug faces and their voices laughing at me while I lay half dead in a hospital bed. A sudden shift in the room pulls me awake. The digital clock on my nightstand glows a faint, neon blue: 3:14 AM.

My CEO husband, Martin Gentry, finds out I volunteered to donate some of my brainstem tissue to wake Evelyn Stout, the woman he's never gotten over. He finally leaves the monastery where he's spent the past seven years praying for her. For the first time, he comes to see me at the office and asks what I want in return. Everyone assumes I'll use the opportunity to ask him for a baby and secure my place as his wife. Instead, I hand him divorce papers. Everyone thinks I'm just playing hard to get. Martin's expression turns cold. He removes me from every position I hold at the company. Then he promotes Evelyn, gives her a raise, and tells me to think long and hard about what I've done. What

He mumbled under his breath while subconsciously digging his nails into the tiled floor. He finally understood that I wasn't being lazy on purpose. I also wasn't just playing dead or pretending to ignore him just to spite him. I really couldn't help myself. I had only suddenly collapsed during the exam today because of this sleep attack that was clearly written on this medical document. Dad suddenly rose to his feet and pulled open the bottom-most drawer in my desk, where a pair of compasses with dry blood stains and an old, worn diary were hidden in the furthermost corner.

DOMINIC June sleeps through everything now because of the fitness pills she said she got through her wellness group. She takes one with water at ten and by half past she’s under, her breath gone slow and even beside me. I lie there longer than I mean to with my eyes on the ceiling. My wife. I say it in my head and a year in it still sits wrong in my mouth.

The room was quiet. "In his sleep," Serena continued. "Just the once. I thought maybe it was nothing. People say things when they're asleep. I left and didn't mention it." She held Nicole's eyes. "But then two weeks later I was there again and it happened again. And it wasn't like he was calling for someone or dreaming out loud. It was quiet. Like a habit. Like a word his mouth already knew." She let that land where it needed to land. Nicole stood very still.