Trembling When Waking Up Novels & Stories

I need to make sure I’m awake before he stirs, or he’ll likely be disoriented and frightened upon waking up in a new place. The moment I step out of the room, my legs start to shake, and my heart begins to pound nervously against my chest. The knots in my stomach tighten, and it takes every ounce of willpower to keep my knees from collapsing under me. Instead of heading straight to Vector’s room, I take a detour to the bathroom. My hands tremble as I lean over the toilet, my stomach heaving as I empty its contents. Afterwards, I splash cold water on my face and stare at my reflection in the mirror, attempting to regain some semblance of calm.

I clenched my fist and closed my eyes because I knew what was going to happen next. I don't want to be here. ... *Gasped I woke up panting, scared because of that vague nightmare. It was something unbearable. "W-why?"I asked myself in confusion my voice trembles as I cling to my chest, sweating. I looked at myself in the mirror across my bed. My lips were pale, my hands were cold and my heart throbbing. I quickly went to my bathroom and washed my face to ease my emotions. "I have to calm down." I took a deep breath and exhaled, getting myself together.

I looked at our reflection in the mirror, and to my surprise, I was about to slash it. My heart beat loudly and fast. I shut my eyes before the metal could even slash its body, and before I knew it, I woke up, panting. I gulped. I looked at my hands and they were shaking so badly. I crumpled my position and tucked myself under the thick blanket. I leaned against the headboard and cried. Something’s wrong with me.

My legs trembled, my fingers gripping the sheets helplessly as I tried to breathe, but the air left me in shaky gasps. “Da - mon…” I whispered again, my voice breaking this time, somewhere between pleading and surrendering. He didn’t relent. He teased, slow and relentless, dragging me higher, closer, until every sensation blurred into a dizzying, delicious ache. I was trembling. Shaking. Teetering at the edge of something I wasn’t sure I could come back from. And then… I shot upright, gasping, my chest rising and falling as though I’d just surfaced from drowning. My hand pressed against my pounding heart while the silence of my room mocked the wild storm inside me.

And they were both looking directly at me. When I woke up my whole body was shaking and shivering. I really had this feeling that all the hairs on my body were standing on end, even the ones inside my nose! I couldn’t breathe properly for a few minutes, probably because of the suddenness of the awakening. My head hurt, and it felt like it was being squeezed by a vice-like grip. My vision was also blurry and dark as if there was a thin piece of black cloth covering my eyes. But what really made me wonder was the fact that I couldn’t move at first.

In this world, there was no starlight, no warmth, no light, and no Hilda. Meanwhile, Linux was sorting through documents while sipping on his coffee. All of a sudden, his hand trembled and he spilled the coffee everywhere. When he stood up, he noticed that his heart was beating unusually fast, his breathing felt urgent, and he was unable to control his trembling hands. Panic took over him as though something bad had happened at a place that he was not aware of. After a long while, he still had no control over his feelings and was not able to focus on his work. His hands constantly trembled for no reason at all.

And I’m still inside it. I drag my body up on my bed as I try to get down from the bed. A tremor runs through my legs as I will them to move, my bare feet meeting the cold, sterile floor. The moment I push myself upright, the world tilts violently, a sickening whirl that sends my stomach lurching. I stumble, grasping at the nearest surface—my fingers curling around the edge of a table, the monitor on top flickering with soft, rhythmic blips.

My scream tore through the air… and I jumped up. The room was dark, the silence deafening except for the ragged sound of my breathing. Sweat clung to my neck and back, my chest rising and falling as if I had truly been running for my life. My hands trembled uncontrollably as I pressed them against the sheets, grounding myself, reminding myself that this was my bedroom, not that nightmare. My phone blinked faintly from the nightstand. I stretched out my hand, still shaky, and picked it up. The screen lit my face, casting pale shadows around the room.

His breathing changed first, shallow, quick, audible in the quiet room, and then his hands, which had been perfectly steady a moment before, began to tremble against the table's edge. "Cai?" He didn't answer. His skin had gone pale beneath the dark hair falling across his forehead, and beneath the table, I caught the flex and release of his fingers, knuckles whitening, a fine tremor running the length of his arms that had nothing to do with cold.

Stoic added. My hands started shaking, but I wasn't sure why and I couldn't seem to stop it. The trembling continued up my arms and then throughout my body. My body was seizing and my eyes rolled back in my head.