To Shake The Sleeping Self 소설 & 이야기

My voice shook. “Please wake up because too many things are happening while you are sleeping, and I do not think I can fight all of them by myself.”

A voice says from very far away. The voice calls again, and this time, it's almost as if I'm underwater. Then the shaking starts. It's almost as if someone is about to pull my arms out of their sockets. I roll away from the pain and discomfort, but the voice still follows me, and the shaking almost becomes violent. I mumble incoherently, trying to get whoever it is to leave me alone, but they refuse to take heed. The shaking stops, and I'm so glad as I get more comfortable, trying to go back fully to sleep.

She felt so sleepy that her eyes were fighting and she could fall asleep at any time. With a sudden stagger, Kacy woke up and patted her face hard. Kacy whispered to cheer herself up, "Kacy, you can't sleep. If you fall asleep, you won't be able to wake up. For the sake of your baby, you have to hold on." Kacy slapped her face repeatedly, but she still couldn't keep sober. Obviously, she felt that she was about to lose her consciousness. "No, I can't sleep." Kacy forced herself to cheer up and began to run in the freezer with her arms crossed. She had to move, or she would be done.

Before he knew it, her sleepiness got the best of her. He woke up catching his breath. His eyes were wide as he adjusted it to the sudden darkness. Almost immediately, shivers started creeping all over his body, his heart drumming so fast his knees were beginning to shake. Biting his trembling lips, he clenched his fist on his leg, tearing when he pinched it a little too hard than she intended to. “Move!” he whispered to it as though by doing so, it’d stop resembling a stupid marshmallow. “Move!”

he walked me to the car he used to pick me up then I entered and he closed the door before going to seat in the driver's place. I stretched, got myself comfortable then closed my eyes to sleep. Today was fun but tiring. *** “Wakey, wakey” I heard someone say and something tapping my cheek lightly. I moved and shoved the hand away from my face then turned to the other side to continue my sleeping. I was already enjoying the sleep again when I felt hands shaking my shoulder. I shrugged the disturbing arm but instead it would stop for some minutes then continue its disturbance. “Leave me alone” I muttered when I shook off the hand again.

And so, I poured myself another glass and another until my head turned dizzy. Shaking my head vehemently, I held onto the table while trying to stand up. Then I began walking back to my bed. My steps were slow, and I felt like the ground was shaking until I almost stumbled on my foot. Soon after, I threw my body on the comfortable bed and hugged myself. Tonight, I felt awfully alone. No one was going to warm me. I only had myself—my broken self. Closing my eyes, I tried to force myself into sleep.

CADEN The issue was that those memories weren’t just dreams; they were my past I deliberately immersed myself in while awake. Last night marked the second time in eight years that I slept peacefully. I force myself to remember these memories as part of a daily ritual, knowing that similar experiences will haunt my dreams and disrupt my peace. It’s become embarrassing to sleep next to anyone, terrified I might shit myself in my sleep. So, I opt for the solitude and safety of my own room, where no one will know how fucked up I am.

she muttered, her breath still shallow. She rubbed her face with both hands, trying to shake off the lingering anxiety. The memory of Frank's words still echoed in her mind, making her stomach churn. She got out of bed, her bare feet touching the cool floor, grounding her to the present. "I need a shower," she whispered to herself, desperate to wash away the remnants of the dream.

He remembered what his two buddies told him before that if you can’t sleep, just try to play your penis and masturbate it. Joshua stared in the ceiling, “should I do that? I’ve never try that before, but maybe it is effective way to sleep” said Joshua alone then he stared to his penis, He took off his pants and brief. He massaged his penis and said “Are you ready boy?” Joshua closed his eyes, he thought of Mona so that he’s getting hard, When his already hard, he pulled up and down his penis, “Ohh, Mona, I miss you so much! Ohh” after a few minutes, Joshua reached his climax, he ejaculated and his sperm fired instantly like a gun.

Jeez, can't I sleep like a queen at least once? My frustration shoots higher as I fight the urge of drifting from oblivion when I need it the most. I'm unsure whether I'm dreaming or not when I feel someone shaking me gently. Oh, damn . . . I want to scream but I'm too lazy to even dare. For once I wish it's a dream and not reality. If I'm not dreaming then it can only be one person. "Sam, please, let me sleep just one more minute." I snuggle as she continues shaking me slightly. "Ugh, I feel drowsy; can't I just sleep the whole day?"