To Shake The Sleeping Self Novels & Stories

Act normal. I push myself up and rub the sleep from my eyes, forcing my sluggish limbs to cooperate. My bed is the first thing I tackle, smoothing out the sheets and fluffing the pillow before tossing the blanket back in place. It’s a routine I don’t even think about—it keeps my hands busy, my mind distracted.

🪷ISORA🪷 I lay in my room staring at the ceiling and my whole body was shaking. Not from the cold. Not from the kind of shaking that has a physical cause you can address by pulling the blanket higher or moving closer to a heat source. The kind of shaking that comes from the inside, from a conclusion that keeps arriving no matter how many times you redirect your thinking away from it, no matter how many alternative explanations you line up and examine one by one, they all keep pointing back to the same place.

I withdraw quickly, and in that time of self doubt, Will overcomes me. And I regret it, because his words are taunting. “SHIFT!” This word being said in his booming voice has become a nightmare. It disturbs every part of me. I feel like an act in a circus. A magic trick to be shown on command. Every day, in the wee morning hours, for the past week, it has been like this.

"Tell me, if it's the truth or you are just saying this to get over it?" "I'll try, Cora. I am not lying," I sighed. "Great," She smiled, looking relieved from my response, "You see, I have got an idea of you because I know you tend to give up easily, so here's an idea that you can try on yourself if you feel that way, or have nightmares and stuff." She ran to the bed and grabbed a pillow. "It's soft and plushy, so you can hit yourself with it— No damage will be done, and you'd lose that energy as well."

"Hate how this affects you babe. I can see how tired you are of this, how exhausted you are from not sleeping because the nightmares. I don't want this touchin' you. Just don't have a choice in the matter right now." I pull his neck down to align his forehead with mine then close my eyes. I can hear his breathing which settles me. "I know of a way you can make sure my sleeping doesn't get interrupted by bad dreams." I open my eyes when I feel his smile grow. Something he should definitely do more often. "And what's that?" "A nice good massage." I joke then laugh when Shane's smile grows to an all-out grin. "Fine, but then I get to fuck you till you can't walk."

I have to take care of myself or I'll keep thinking of him and the red-haired woman through the night. I climbed up with a chair and caused the camera to malfunction before jumping heavily onto the bed and covering myself with the duvet. "Pwww... Alright then" With my eyes shut, my head backward, and my finger between my legs, I masturbated myself to sleep hoping to forget about Mr. Pompous but as my finger thrust in and out of my treasure hole, I could only him doing the job with his pants down before me. "Fvck!" I came and finally slept off.

My legs quiver, head jerks violently from side to side, and my back thrashes against the sheets, ruining the perfectly made bed. I see Trevor’s face, and he gives me a lopsided smirk. “Good girl. Do it again,” he says, and I pray to the moon goddess that that too is imagined. Energy seeps out of me as I sigh with deep content, and before I can drag my weak arm to my clit for a second trip, I feel sleep warping its arms around me. I don't fight it.

I looked in the direction the voice was coming from, and here he was, looking as worried as me. I smile, looking at him all right, and then my body signals me to rest, and I oblige with no complaint. I could hear his voice. I know he is the one who is shaking me, but Dude, stop; it is painful. Do not touch me.’ I wanted to say something, but I could not. I guess this man has gone mad, but I want to sleep right now. I will speak to him once I wake up and take his class. Next Morning

She screamed, shook more, breathing harder than who had five rounds of bedroom exercise without taking a break. My feet moved as if they had a mind of their own and sent me sitting beside her restless body. "Shh." I hushed, patting her back. She stiffened for a minute then did something scary. Her body vibrated, shook like she was possessed and needed some exorcism of some sort. If you're going to die, you better don't die on this bed. My subconscious stated and I shook it off. Nobody was going to die. "Mom..." She muttered, tears spilling out of her shut eyes.

Deep in slumber, I groaned and rolled to the other side of the bed when I felt somebody shaking me lightly. I wasn't exactly asleep,asleep but I wasn't exactly awake and bubbly either. I was in the "just 5 minutes longer" stage of rest at current. I felt the disturbing shake again and drew the sheets tighter around me. "Go away"I mumbled, my words a slur,exhaling in contentedness when the shaking stopped altogether.