Trembling When Waking Up Novels & Stories

I stopped staring. There was a tremor in my left hand I couldn’t account for. I’ve had tremors before—too much coffee, too little rest, the debt of days spent closing wounds that didn’t want to close—but this was a new frequency. It didn’t shake when I looked at it; it shook when I didn’t. “Harper.”

The dream slips through my grasp like sand, leaving me jolted awake, gasping for air. I find myself sitting up in bed, my body drenched in a cold sweat, my legs trembling uncontrollably. My heart races as I take in my surroundings, trying to ground myself in reality. I take a deep breath, covering my face with my hands, trying to steady my racing thoughts.

Each sound, each movement, felt like a constant, agonizing reminder of the terrifying reality I was trapped in, a reality I couldn’t escape, no matter how desperately I yearned to. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. They trembled violently, an uncontrollable tremor that started deep within my core and rippled outwards, a physical manifestation of my inner turmoil. They trembled as I reached out to touch Eli’s fingers, cold and still beneath my touch. Too cold. An icy dread spread through my veins. I pressed my palm against his, willing warmth to return, willing life to surge back into him, a desperate, silent plea to a universe that seemed deaf to my prayers. But nothing happened. His fingers r

Suddenly it felt like the tears had choked me and I forgot how to breathe properly. The tears clouded my vision, my hands started to shake uncontrollably, the tremors moved from my fingertips to all over my body, my head began spinning and I felt myself slip to the ground and then everything turned quiet and dark around me.

Beep. Beep. Beep. My chest rose slowly. Then fell. A tear slipped down my temple before I even realized I was crying. My hands began to shake. Small tremors that slowly grew stronger. I refused to look at anyone. I couldn’t. “No…” I whispered. The word broke apart as it left my throat. My hands trembled harder now. “No…” My fingers tightened around the blanket as my breathing became uneven. This couldn’t be real. It couldn’t. My stomach curled painfully.

I couldn’t even pretend to fall asleep. After that strange conversation with Bash, my heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst out of my chest. My hands trembled—not just from nerves, but from something deeper, something I couldn’t even name. An uneasy feeling settled in my stomach, twisting and tightening until relaxing felt impossible.

Something horrible was coming and it was coming soon. I woke up with a start. My heart was beating out of control and I couldn’t find my breath. I jumped out of bed and started pacing the room. I spun on my heel and walked into the bathroom to splash water on my face. The water helped a little bit but I could still feel my heart beating out of my chest. I stood in the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked pale and I was shaking. I braced myself against the counter, my fingers gripping the edge of the sink. It felt cool against my skin but it made me shiver.

Then I rush down the hallway and into the bedroom, closing the door behind me and pressing my back to it like it might hold the rest of the world out. The moment I’m alone, the tremors return. My hands are shaking, my chest is heaving, and I can’t seem to get warm, no matter how tightly I curl into myself. I crawl into bed, still soaked and filthy, and pull the blanket up around my shoulders. But the panic doesn’t stop.

I revealed to her. "Did you suffer from any past trauma?" "I did have a big ordeal. And..." I trailed off, clutching my dress. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," she assured. "Thank you." "Are there any other symptoms I should know about?" She asked. "I always have lapses whenever I wake up, struggle with breathing, sweat profusely and tremble uncontrollably," I stated while she took notes. "Can you tell me how you feel each time you wake up?"

That we would all be okay. I shook my head violently to clear my thoughts. I'm being ridiculous. This is a nightmare. Just a dream. I closed my eyes, focusing hard on myself and trying desperately to relax. To breathe evenly, slowly, and deeply. To stop trembling. My eyes were still closed when I heard another voice. "She's awake!" Another voice called, sounding relieved. I could feel two sets of hands grabbing my shoulders and shaking. Someone grabbed both my hands. They squeezed tightly together, making the shaking even worse. Tears sprang involuntarily to my eyes, and I gasped as they forced their way down.