To Shake The Sleeping Self Novels & Stories

I shake my head trying to empty my mind. Sigh, it's time to retire for the night. I closed my eyes and forced myself to sleep. A few minutes later, I drifted into a deep sleep. I woke up the following day feeling refreshed. A new day has just begun.

[Irresistible. I was trembling as I lay in my bed. No, not trembling. Shaking. Like my body was freezing and I couldn't get warm, except I didn't feel cold at all. A warm buzz was coursing through me from head to toe and it was so strong, it felt almost unpleasant. I pulled the covers up to my chin, still shivering. Thoughts tumbled through my head. I put together old memories with new, suddenly finding myself imagining what my daddy looked like while he masturbated. I pictured him completely naked as he stroked his penis. I imagined what his penis looked like fully erect. The images were flying through my head, barraging me.

Could feel every place our bodies touched, growing warmer by the second. I closed my eyes and let myself sink into it. Just for a moment. Just until I stopped shaking. “Sleep,” he said softly. “I’ve got you.”

I ѕtаrt tо ѕhаkе, аnd mу gut сhurnѕ so vіоlеntlу I hоld mу ѕtоmасh as іf I соuld calm іt dоwn frоm the outside. I ѕԛuаt оn thе mattress. I’m on my knees рrауіng fоr some divine intervention thаt ѕtорѕ thеm from ѕеllіng my bоdу tоnіght. I sink mу face onto thе dirty mаttrеѕѕ аnd сrу.

The feeling she was currently experiencing was far worse than enjoying a romantic moment with him in bed. I wanted to shake him and wake him up. It would be beneficial if she could gently turn him over. However, she had already extended her hand halfway before releasing her grip. Forget it. She used sleep to forget everything else. She closed her eyes and hypnotized herself. Although she was very aware of Travis’s arms, she did not open her eyes. Without moving, she forced herself to sleep.

My entire body shook. But I did not slide down the wall, instead I breathed in and out slowly, taking one breath at a time until the shaking started to slow. I looked at the wall where his hands had been. Then I looked at the door. Then I slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, and I stayed there. “What was that?” I whispered to myself. I did not sleep again that night. I could not have said what had just happened. I could not have explained it if someone had asked.

I wanna stand up but I simply can’t because my body is uncontrollably shaking so I curl myself. Blackout.

"Start slow. Rhythmic. 60 beats per minute." I touch myself. I’m dry. My body is in shock. "I can't," I whimper. "I'm terrified." "Use the terror," Echo says. "Convert it. Focus on the friction. Focus on the math." I close my eyes. I force my hand to move. Rub. Rub. Rub. I think about Alex. Is he doing this? Is he lying in the cell next door, touching himself to a metronome in his head? The thought sends a spike of heat through my belly. Not lust, exactly. Solidarity.

Zade When I wake, I feel like utter shit—not that it’s anything new. I always feel like this when I wake. Dragging myself out of bed, I stagger into the bathroom. A cold shower jolts me awake, not to clean myself, but to shock my mind into starting. It does little for the filth that clings to my soul, but at least it wakes me up. Afterward, I throw on some joggers and head to the gym.

My body shook so hard my teeth rattled. I don’t know what’s real anymore. Shadows move even when nothing is there. The floor creaks like footsteps even when I’m alone. My own heartbeat sounds like a drum of warning in my ears. I hold my head and whisper to myself again and again: “Not crazy. Not crazy. Not crazy.” But the truth is, I think I am. I haven’t slept in days. My body trembles constantly now. My hands shake even when I hold them still. My mind feels sharp and broken at the same time, like shattered glass. Everyone is my enemy. Even Leo. Even Lucas. Even myself.