The Russian Sleep Experiment Novels & Stories

"You came to me first and there is no going back from that." I bit down on his hand, hard. He cursed in Russian but didn't let go. Instead, I felt a sharp pain in my neck. My vision blurred, and my limbs grew heavy. "Shh, now sleep," Maruska's voice seemed to come from far away. "Sleep now. We have much to discuss when you wake." As darkness claimed me, my last coherent word was “Please…” ———

As a result, he became timid and lost his confidence. Zoey felt very sorry for him, she held him tightly and said softly, "Russell, I will definitely cure you." In the previous life, Russell killed himself for love, but it didn't end well. In this life, she was determined to give Russell a good ending. The next day, as the sky was just beginning to brighten, Zoey prepared breakfast and drove to the research institute. The experiment is currently in the stage of using mice, and it is necessary to constantly monitor the condition of the experimental subjects.

With a sigh, she opened the door and got in. She began to drive past the seemingly endless expanse of ocean. She drove far along the coast while the Zales' company building faded into the distance, just like her busy thoughts. …… The next day, faint sunbeams from the early sunrise shone weakly into the bedroom. Due to her recent dejected mood, Natasha failed to get a good night's rest. She woke up early that day, almost at the exact same time the sun rose. She didn't feel like going back to sleep and got out of bed to make herself breakfast. Since she woke up early, she thought it would be a good idea to go to the lab and start on some experiments. It would be a great distraction too.

To make the space between them more palpable, he put pillows between himself and her, and went straight to sleep. Irina stared at his motionless form for what seemed like eternity. Only the slow rising and falling of his body made it known to her that he was asleep. But he wasn't. El Russo had shut his eyes, but he could still hear her, he could still feel her. He listened to the sound of her breathing, her every move made him want to jerk awake. Even when she finally laid down, and her breathing slowed. He had waited for her, until he was certain she was asleep, and then he slept.

I awoke to find him already awake, propped on one elbow, watching me with an expression of quiet, focused wonder. “Your sleep cycle entered REM phase approximately twenty-two minutes ago,” he reported, his voice a soft rumble in the quiet room. “There was a ninety percent reduction in micro-awakenings compared to your baseline in the west wing. The co-location model appears to have an immediate positive effect on sleep quality.” I smiled, still half-swimming in the warmth of the sheets and his presence. “Good morning to you too.”

The words he was about to say died in his throat, and he instinctively quieted his breathing. They had taken turns resting through the night, but Nyla had stayed awake the entire time, overseeing the experiment. She must have been exhausted. Ruby Jenner gently draped a lab coat over Nyla, her movements unusually tender for someone typically so energetic and direct. She whispered to Leon, "Let Nyla sleep for a bit. We'll wake her around seven." Leon nodded. "Got it." The two sat down and quietly began analyzing the experiment data. The only sounds in the lab were the soft scratching of pens against paper and Nyla's faint breathing as she slept.

Chelsea gently tugged at the blanket with her fingers, lowered her gaze, and murmured, "Oh." Russell asked, "How did you think of calling me?" Chelsea said, "I accidentally dialed the number." Russell... He should not have asked this question. He ignored her answer automatically and asked, "Couldn’t fall asleep?" Chelsea denied and said, "No." Russell smiled and said, "I couldn't sleep." Chelsea nodded, "It's normal. You’ve been like this before. Maybe it's because you're getting older. The doctor said that the duration of sleep is inversely proportional to age. The older you get, the less sleep you need."

Her lips were reddened from the kiss we had shared before that meeting. Well, she didn't really reciprocate my kiss, but I figured I caught her off guard. That woman would get used to me over time; I was sure of that. I got out of bed to change my clothes, although I only took off my pants and shirt, and got into bed next to her. Her scent and warmth were almost like a drug, but I turned my back and prepared to sleep. I had also had a tough and tiring day... ... Margaret The next morning, when I woke up, I tried to orient myself. I looked at the ceiling of the room and remembered that I was now in Russia.

Moscow did not let you forget it, not even for a few hours of sleep. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Seven thirty in the morning. My first full day in Russia, and the weight of the mission settled over me like another layer of frost. I had spent most of the night reviewing the file in my mind: Nikolai Volkov’s known routines, the layout of the Velvet Shadow club, the faces of his closest lieutenants. Every detail mattered. One wrong step and this could end before it truly began.

My eyes flew over the entirety of the white room. Koskov chucked, "Don't you miss me? I'm setting you with a game this afternoon." I slumped back on the mattress, face down, burying my nose on a white cottony pillow, wishing to go back in a dreamy state. It would be ephemeral but for the least, I would have an escape away from the reality I was led into. "Go back when I have enough sleep. Don't go shitting on me Russian guy."