To Shake The Sleeping Self Mga Nobela at Kwento

In a hotel room A man with a burly body seemed to be shaking the body of a young lady who was still fast asleep. His face looks a little panicked because the target has not yet awakened, so it forced him to add to the shaking, and these actions are starting to bear fruit. “What the hell are you doing? I am sleepy!”

I woke up screaming. My body jerked upright in bed, my chest heaving, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might break out of my ribs. My whole body was shaking. My hands trembled as I clutched at the sheets, grounding myself, reminding myself that I was here. That it wasn’t happening again.

I blink multiple times, feeling dizzy and losing my ability to stand. "Ah, careful there!" Sleepy is speaking over me now, I tumble into something soft, and when I open my eyes, I notice Sleepy observing me. His crimson eyes are filled with mischief, and I realize why—the bastard shrunk me! "What did you do?!" I hear the panic in my voice and cringe. I sound like a mouse or someone who inhaled too much helium. "I made sure you won't head to bed," Sleepy replies, watching me with deep curiosity. I glare at my friend to display my discomfort, and Sleepy looks away to hide a smile. His fingers withdraw from my body, forcing me to stand up by myself.

Sya's P.O.V: "Hey! Get up you dumbass!" I felt someone poking the side of my head while shaking my shoulder violently. I don't want to wake up. I slept just a few hours ago. Maybe I slept for three hours? When the shaking didn't stop, I waved my hand in annoyance. "Go away!" I said, irritated from the constant disturbance but boy was I wrong? The disturbance only turned into a thunderstorm.

But in the end, I was left sitting up thinking what it was that I needed to do now. Her words wouldn’t let me sleep. It was as if there was a specific kind of lock that opened in my head. Of course, I wasn’t going to go about apologizing but the process of becoming self-aware seemed like a tough nut to crack. I lay awake for several hours upon hours, only managing to shut my eyes when it became clear that I was starting to get heavy with the sleep on my eyelids. I reached out to her, grazing the back of her head as she had her back to me, stroking the silk-like texture of her hair carefully so that I didn’t wake her up. She made an inaudible noise at my hand movement but didn’t exactly fight

Chapter 25 It was silent and yet peaceful. Mateo slept without smoking excessively and Nora slept without shaking as much as usual. That’s not to say it completely went away. For at least the first half an hour, Mateo couldn’t fall asleep because he felt the constant shaking. Nora had slept but it was as if she wasn’t resting. It was only when Mateo hesitantly wrapped his arms against his waist and pulled her closer that her breathing slowed down slightly. Next he rested his head against her neck and placed a soft kiss before trying to resume his sleep. Slowly the shaking reduced until the images in her brain changed and she could finally sleep in peace.

Dad suddenly rose to his feet and pulled open the bottom-most drawer in my desk, where a pair of compasses with dry blood stains and an old, worn diary were hidden in the furthermost corner. He flipped open the diary filled with crooked writing, thanks to my sudden sleep attacks. There were no complaints or resentment recorded down in the diary at all. Instead, there were only lines upon lines of self-reflection and shocking self-blame. "I'm sorry, Dad. I didn't manage to stay awake and fell asleep during math class today again." "I'm just going to stab myself twice this time so I can do well in the exam tomorrow. I can't let Dad be ashamed of me."

Seraphina I jolted up, awake. Sweat dripping down on my cheeks as I tried to slow my breathing down. My hands shook and my body violently trembled. I closed my eyelids, mumbling the count from ten to zero. I was terrified. I was scared. I was...not myself anymore. Fuck, nightmares. The memory of the recent nightmare flashed infront of my eyes and I once again felt like dying.

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.

I put on baby pink silk pajamas with spaghetti straps and shorts on. I go to the kitchen where the bag of my medicines was. I fill a glass full of water and open the bottle. No more than two. I recite in my mind again and again. If I don't eat three I will have nightmares but I need something to knock me out. I want to have a dreamless sleep. But I can't do this to myself. YOU NEED SLEEP VICTORIA! The voice in my head says. But I can't take two. THEN GOOD LUCK RELIVING THOSE MEMORIES!