Romans & histoires To Shake The Sleeping Self

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.

4 HIVI HUGS OF GOODBYE “Ticktacktoe ticktacktoe ticktacktoe.” the alarm was pressed by one lazy sleepy soft hands, and when it's about to alarm again, the other hand slam it stopped. Twisting its body, both arms high up in the air, wiggling to wake his sleeping soul. Slowly he gets up and walk bare-footed on the wooden floor, wash his face, brush his teeth, comb his hair.

I can't even begin to tell you how many times I've wanted to say fuck it, position myself between her thighs, and wake her up to the best ride of her life. Take last night, for example. She moaned like she was having the most intense orgasm of her life. Her legs fucking shook. The thing is, I know she's asleep. Every time I have to fight with myself – do I want to wake her up and offer to ease the ache, or do I lie there and deal with my own ache? I can't make the decision. Which is why I'm jerking off in the shower.

When the pain is too much, Take a break. © Oluwatoyosi Precious POV I was stirred awake by someone shaking me. Fluttering my eyes open, I saw that it was Funke grinning wildly at me. I turned over until I was laying on my side. "Leave me alone" my voice came out muffled because of the pillow as I threw the other pillow at her. I closed my eyes again awaiting my second round of sleep when I was hit hard with the pillow I threw. I jumped awake ready to hit her again.

I curl up outside the door, suddenly feeling confused. My wolf’s feelings are completely free of self-deceit, so I’m forced to admit I might have overreacted. I try to shake all uncomfortable thoughts away and get some rest. I’m desperate for some sleep, having been awake for nearly twenty-four hours. In addition, I have also shifted multiple times. Shifting uses up a tremendous amount of energy. After a few minutes of lying motionless, it is clear that sleep eludes me, despite feeling worn to the bone.

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.

I want to sleep. “Why is she still shaking Liz?” Adrian asked in an alarmed voice. “Just the after effects. Don’t let her sleep though. I need her awake.” She said in an urgent voice. I heard two more footsteps behind us. Who are they? I am too tired to see. I started to close my eyes in exhaustion but was woken by someone violently shaking my head. “Don’t you dare close your eyes.” Adrian said urgently. So that’s who was shaking the hell out of me. I groaned in irritation. Please let me sleep.

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.

It was hypnotic and beautiful, a sharp contrast to the cold dread crawling up my spine. As we reached the entrance, my hands started to tremble. I balled them into fists, praying he wouldn't feel the vibration. He didn't seem to notice. He moved with a heavy, unhurried confidence that I desperately wanted to steal. My head was spinning. He’d told me we were sharing a bed tonight to sell the lie. 'One bed.' How was I supposed to hide my sleeping disorder with him inches away? The thought of him watching me in the dark made my skin itch.

I called out, 'Haze, wake up, Haze,' as I shook her body, trying to wake her from the grips of her terrifying dream. She jolted awake at my effort, looking scared and surprised. It took a moment for her to realize that she had been trapped in a nightmare. She was covered in sweat, her breathing rapid and shallow. After a few moments, she finally spoke, her voice trembling, "I'm okay now. You can go back to sleep. Sorry for waking you up."