Trembling When Waking Up Novels & Stories

My body trembles, both from fear and from the sickening possibility that I’m not imagining this, not misinterpreting it, not creating drama out of loneliness. What if… What if this is real? I swallow against the lump in my throat and type: Why are you doing this? No answer. Only three blinking dots. Then they disappear. I feel like the floor drops out from under me. I stagger to my feet and go to the bathroom, turning on the light. The brightness is harsh, spotlighting the dark circles under my eyes, the tension in my jaw, the exhaustion lining every part of my expression. I press my hands to the sides of the sink and try to steady my breathing.

Beholding his victim unconscious in his arms, without any considerations, he dropped her—literally. He felt a sudden jerk. His hands suddenly became uncontrollable, his legs shaking wild; eyes dilating and then shrinking and dilating again. His vision blurred to the extent he couldn't almost see the things around him. His ears seemed to amplify even the sound of raindrops hitting the street; it’s so loud that his resort would cover his ears. “What have you done to me?!” he shrieked in pain while getting extremely confused. Shit! He repeatedly cussed. His head is aching like a thousand mallets striking him all at once. He’s dying to steady his breath. One hand massaging his temple, the other

Not falling apart like I am. When I reach my dorm, my hands shake so bad I can barely get the key in the lock. I fumble with it, nearly breaking it as I try to open the door. Finally, it turns and I shove myself inside. I slam the door shut behind me and lean against it, breathing hard. My legs give out and I slide down to the floor, my back against the wood. The trembling won't stop. My whole body shakes like I'm cold, but I'm not cold. I'm burning up from the inside.

My body trembled with anxiety as I tried to push the thoughts away, but they kept creeping back. I could feel the weakness in my limbs, the same weakness that had plagued me since my fever started. But now, it felt different, more acute, like my body was shutting down on me. Every movement was a struggle, and I could barely lift my arms to rub the sleep from my eyes.

**** A sharp gasp escaped my lips as I woke up, my body trembling as my heart pumped hard in my chest. Realizing that it was all a nightmare, I took a deep breath and let it out, then did it a few more times until the trembling stopped and I could focus. I sat up, then groaned as pain wracked through my body and made me dizzy. It was like I'd been run through by a truck. My limbs and hands all felt like lead. What the hell happened to me. I glanced around the dimly lit room. "Hello" I called, but my voice came out hoarse and small.

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.

The needle on the temperature monitor was creeping upward, inching toward the red zone. "Steady," I whispered to myself. "Just stay steady." I reached out to adjust the manual flow valve. My hand hovered over the metal wheel, and that’s when I saw it. The tremor. It was slight, a subtle vibration in my fingertips, but it was there. My hand was shaking. I clenched my fist, pressing my fingers into my palm until the knuckles turned white. I took a sharp breath, willing the tremor to stop. But it didn't. It was a physical betrayal; a symptom of a body that was running on fumes.

His breathing was heavy as if he had run around the walls at least ten times. He passed his hands over his face, trying to remove the drops of sweat that impelled him, while he took deep breaths and closed his eyes, trying to calm his heart that seemed to want to come out of his chest. It’s just a dream, he said to himself to convince him that all those trembling sensations still shook his body. The terror felt seemed so real. It’s just a dream. Why do I keep shaking like a scared woman if it’s just a dream?

I feel weird. I won’t deny the fact that I feel completely lost with his touches. I feel like I melt just like an ice in front of his touches but along with the pleasure, a sudden and quick fear covers all over my body making my body shiver with anxiety and fear that I start to tremble all of a sudden. “Zara! What’s wrong?” he asks as he sees me trembling all over.

Octava’s POV The vibration woke me up. I had been having a wonderful time sleeping when my bed shook with the tremors going through the walls. The first time it hit, my mind went to the part where maybe we were under attack, but slowly I started to hear more tremors as it started to sound like thunder to me. I sighed and turned to the side, closing my eyes with the covers. I was too sleepy to start fighting against anything. The sound came back again as I sat up.