To Shake The Sleeping Self Novels & Stories

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.

It’s probably why I dream of it. Training. Mastering the basic attack and defense moves. It's often said that you dream of things you think of constantly. I feel sore when I wake up but I convince myself as I go through each and every painful sit-up, my core muscles tensing and relaxing. I have to place the tips of my toes under a low chair to anchor me down. At the forty-fifth push-up. My arms are shaking so badly from holding my weight up and my poor toes feel abused. I go down and have to clench my teeth, I can't. My arms trembles as the tip of my nose touch the wooden floor.

Working out six hours a day, every day, and working on an eight-hour shift every night, took it's toll on him very quickly. Ever since a colleague of his suggested enhancers to boost his energy, he was able to add more hours at the gym and more hours on his shifts, and could still hang out at bars afterward. Everyone else was using it, it was common for his line of work. They call it 'the helper', which leads to other kinds of helpers, for every different need. Even actors use them too.

Kayla's POV Someone was shaking me and whispering my name. I turned on my other side, trying to ignore the voice that was disturbing my sleep. However, the person kept shaking me and I groaned in frustration. What does a person have to do to get some sleep around here?

I feel my eyes begin to get heavier, the more my mind begins to listen to my body. I can feel someone shake me, but I continue to fall into the darkness. I just need to sleep. I'll feel much better if I can sleep. My breathing begins to calm down, as I allow my body a chance to rest. However, my mind is partially awoken from the constant movement. I try to open my eyes to see why my body is shaking. I can't seem to make anything out, so I decide to ignore the sensation altogether.

My fingers don’t stop shaking even when I clench them. I try to hide it. But Kael notices immediately. Of course he does. “You didn’t sleep,” he says from the doorway. I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at my hands as if they belonged to someone else. “I did.” It’s a lie that I hope he won’t call me on it. “You didn’t.” I don’t argue. The lie isn’t worth the effort when I am this exhausted. The tremor jumps up my wrist, and I curl my fingers tighter.

Finally, I took a deep breath, shutting my eyes and reached out, gently shaking Chloe's arm. She moaned softly in her sleep, but didn't wake up. I shook her again, a little harder this time, and she mumbled something incoherently, swatting at my hand. I shut my eyes tight and continued to nudge her, determined to wake her up. But she wouldn't budge. I persisted, my heart pounding in my chest, my throat burning dry as several filthy images appeared in my head. With each attempt, I willed her to wake up, my brow furrowed.

Every word from him made my body shiver in fear and crazy sick. He doesn't have a brain disorder, he's just cruel. ** I woke up feeling dizzy and when I looked at the wall clock, it's 4 am. Why am I not sleeping that long these days? My body has its own alarm clock at the wrong time I guess. Too early! I want to sleep more! Maybe I should drink a glass of water to make me feel full and back to sleep again.

They never cared. I use the bed to stand up, my legs are shaking. It's hard to stand without feeling the need to fall, but I eventually gain my balance. I force myself to my dresser and I pull out a pair of sweatpants, and a jacket. I slip the sweats on over my shorts before I zip up the jacket. These nightmares always take away my self confidence.

I snuggled in tight and shook him. He kept sleeping. I jiggled him harder, my heart beating faster than it ever had in my life. I was terrified. I had never been so scared in my life. This was so daunting. But I had to do it. I shook him harder. He didn't wake up. I whispered his name. I kissed his lips. "He really does sleep like the dead," I muttered. I laid my head on his shoulder. Then I would just wait in bed with him until he woke up. That had to happen soon. My eyes grew heavy. I wanted to stay awake, but the harder I tried, the faster sleep crept on me until...