Tidur Tanpa Bantal Kepala Pusing の小説・ストーリー

Her hair sprawled all over the satin pillowcase, her new nightwear comfortable enough, Zaramanni found herself delving deeper and deeper into the slumber world. She felt so relaxed and she did not mind loosening her sense of security a bit. But, her journey to sleep was soon interrupted when she felt a restriction to her breathing. Panicking, Zara's eyes flew open but all she saw was the purpleness of the pillow that was supposed to be supporting the right side of her body. The object pressed onto her face with intent and soon, she was struggling for air. Zara’s hands desperately waved, her legs tried to kick, but the person hovering above her did not budge.

In the middle of the night, Christian abruptly woke up and sat straight on the bed, holding his head in his hand firmly as he was experiencing intolerable pain in his head. He was sweating profusely and tried to calm his racing heart, taking some deep breaths, but nothing helped him.

He knew how his Dad will ban him in everything he'll do as a punishment. Seems struck by the chaotic headaches, he decided to take a long nap for a while just to ease the peeving pain in his head. He may remember but cannot bear the aches. It just ruins his mood again. He looks like he's having a hangover for the reason that he lacks of sleep thinking about the lad's youthful lips. So beguiling and remarkable...

Anna stir up from her sleep and she glances around to find the morning sun greeting her through her windows. She shielded her eyes from the sunshine and sat up. "Ahhh!" She groans and held the back of her neck. She had slept the wrong way due to the reason she slept off with the headset on her ears till this morning. This was the first time she'd tried something like that and it effect was bad on her.

Bowing his head once, he leaves the room without another word. It seems like this has been happening a lot lately, waking up in an unknown bed with parts of her body aching and her memory hazy, before they hit her all at once, and it was the same pattern when she woke up. Her head spinning lightly, with a stinging pain in her neck, she places a hand on the spot, massaging at it to ease the pain.

He didn't complain about the fact that he was now balanced precariously on the very edge of the king-sized bed with only a sliver of sheet to his name. The "What just happened?" hook of the night occurred just as my eyes were finally drifting shut and the silence was replaced by a muffled and rhythmic buzzing. It wasn't the sharp trill of a standard phone but a heavy and persistent vibration that seemed to be coming from the very center of my pillow mountain. I realized with a jolt of adrenaline that in my sleep-deprived nesting frenzy I had accidentally tucked Dominic’s emergency satellite phone into the "foundation" of my bed.

EMMA My head is pounding. It’s like there’s a tiny little guy with a hammer sitting between my temples, beating both sides of my skull. I groan, realizing that my phone is vibrating on the pillow next to me. Pulling my own pillow over my head, I try to ignore it. My head is making it obvious I had a little too much to drink last night, and the last thing I want to do is talk to someone. All I want to do is go back to sleep and hopefully wake up without this excruciating headache.

At least, not now. "Mr. Nathan must not find out who I really am," Elena said silently. --- Elena felt her head throbbing violently. Her vision was slightly blurred as she stood up from the chair, trying to take deep breaths to reduce the dizziness that had suddenly attacked her. She put her hands on the table, trying to balance herself. Maybe it was the effects of lack of sleep and too much stress. She had barely slept last night, plus this morning she had to take care of her children while catching up on work deadlines.

Vespa I woke up in the morning with a terrible headache. It was so bad that it felt like my head was about to burst open like melons. Groaning, I tried to shake off the discomfort, but the pain refused to leave. My head banged, and I slowly sat up, taking deep breaths to find some relief. I felt a dryness and scratchiness in my throat, which must have been the result of all the shouting and crying from the previous night. I couldn't explain what happened to me last night. It felt like I was possessed by an army of people invading my mind and telling me what to do. It was terrifying, and I never want to go through that again.

Briana woke up with a splitting headache, cracking her eyes open and wincing as the morning sunlight kissed her face. She stirred, not fully awake, but her body felt heavier than a boulder, almost as if something was weighing her down. Exhausted, she decided to stay in bed, her arms tightening around her pillow. Briana sank her face into the soft material, her eyes fluttering closed. She inhaled, the faint yet alluring scent of lavender tingling her nostrils. Did Celine change the detergent used for the pillowcase? It usually smelled of lemon.