Trembling When Waking Up Novels & Stories

Her body twisted beneath the sheets, jerking as if trying to escape something only she could see. Roman’s expression hardened. This wasn’t just a nightmare—this was a memory. A trauma buried so deep it haunted her sleep. He watched her silently. The muscles in her arms were tense, her fists clenched. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, and her breathing was uneven. Her legs kicked suddenly, and she whimpered again, curling into herself. Then she woke up with a sudden gasp, sitting halfway up. Her chest was heaving, her skin damp with sweat, and her hands were visibly trembling. Her wide eyes darted around the room until they landed on Roman.

I woke up with a start, my body drenched in sweat, and my heart racing. My eyes snap open, and I feel my body covered in a cold sweat, shaking, and my heart pounding. Looking around the room suspiciously and paranoid that the horror may have followed me here, I got up cautiously, shivering. The nightmare looked so real that I couldn't believe it was a dream. I stumble to the bathroom and look in the mirror slowly and cautiously, as if not sure of what I will see.

I tried holding my left hand onto the bed for support. A frown creased my face as my head spun the most, my sight became blurry and I darted my eyes several times to retain my clear vision. The b*tches gave me a sedative when I didn't eat anything since morning. I managed to pull my drowsy self onto the bed as I lay with my face covered in the bed, my breath coming in heavy gasps. I couldn't tell when I got drowned in the deep sleep. ***** ******** ******* Standing in front of the brown metallic door, I closed my eyes gently and slowly as I tried to calm my shaking nerves. Shame crawled my skin and my whole body trembled as my heart pounded in my chest.

I woke with a start, my heart still pounding from the nightmare. The room was dimly lit by the early morning sun filtering through the curtains. I could hear birds chirping outside, their song a stark contrast to the terror I had just experienced. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. As I moved to sit up, I realized I could feel my legs, a faint tingling sensation coursing through them. Tentatively, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, wobbling slightly but managing to stay upright.

My legs were shaking. He hesitated and then slowly lifted his eyes to look at me again before saying softly, "Us." Taking a step toward him, my heart started to race. "What about us?" I asked. Teddy ran his fingers through his hair, exhaling loudly. He looked away from me and when he spoke, his words came in a rush, "Look, I just... I woke up in a cold sweat this morning, freaking out. And then I couldn't stop thinking about it. About everything that happened recently. Even going for a run didn't help. I just think..." He still wasn't looking at me, even as his words trailed off.

The suddenness of his reaction sent a shiver down my spine, filling me with a sense of fear. Desperate to snap him out of his nightmare, I called out his name repeatedly, but he remained trapped under his subconscious. His body trembled with the intensity of his emotions, and I could see the trace of sweat glistening on his brow. It was clear that whatever he was experiencing in his dream was causing him great distress.

••• Aleena’s POV ••• I woke up with a gasp. “Aleena?” I heard Celia’s concerned sleepy voice in my head. “I’m okay, Celia. Just some bad dreams,” I told her. “Are you sure, Aleena?” she asked worriedly. “Yeah..” I answered her. “But you are trembling,” she pointed out with concern. Am I? I looked at my hands, and they were indeed trembling, as did my body. Not only that, I was covered in sweat too.

He was no longer the boy who woke up excited for karate class; he was a child who slept with his eyes halfway open, waiting for the door to splinter. ​I stood by the small, grease-stained stove, my hands trembling as I tried to boil water for tea I knew I wouldn't be able to swallow. My nerves were a mess of frayed, sparking wires. Every siren that wailed on the street above made me flinch. Every footfall on the pavement above our ceiling felt like a countdown to a breach. ​"You need to eat, Leona. Your blood sugar is dropping, and your reaction time is down by at least ten percent."

I could see Ian standing where he was from the rearview mirror, looking like a statue that had been abandoned by the world. That night, I had a nightmare. I dreamt of the day my sister passed away. I was kneeling by her stone-cold body while crying my heart out, with Ian and Lucy standing nearby and staring coldly at me. I jerked awake from the dream, drenched in cold sweat.

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.