Trembling When Waking Up Novels & Stories

My right hand begins to tremble on its own. “I believe you know what it is right?” I gulp and lift my head with a worried look.

Lucious stuttered. “ Wh– What are you– What are you doing?” He stuttered again still shocked. Haven ignored him and her hands grabbed his shirt again. She tugged on it forcefully. She wanted to pull it off of him. Haven didn’t know what was happening to her all of a sudden. Her body trembled and she became restless. The moment she woke up from that awful nightmare and opened her eyes, this unexplainable feeling overwhelmed her. The AC was on but she was sweating profusely. Her trembling hands wiped away the beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

I bit down on my lip, right on the edge of the cut Max had left. God, I felt so useless. I cleared my throat, trying to swallow the lump of anxiety. I needed to stop this spiraling; my own brain was my worst enemy right now. "I... when someone wakes me up abruptly from sleepwalking, I usually faint. My system just... shuts down. I think she remembers seeing it happen at Raymond’s."

Damon woke in a sweat, his chest heaving with stuttering gasps and his heart hammering against his ribcage like a frightened bird beating its wings. He could feel his whole body trembling as his eyes darted around the darkness of the room, blindly taking in but not entirely registering the fact that it was night time and he was lying in his bed.

I wrapped my fingers around it, hoping the warmth would steady me. It didn’t. Instead, my hands began to shake. At first, it was subtle. A small tremor. Something I thought I could control if I just… focused. But then it got worse. My fingers trembled uncontrollably, the mug rattling softly against the saucer. My breathing became uneven, my chest tightening as a strange weakness spread through my body. What… what is this? I tried to lift the mug, but my grip faltered. Clink. The sound of ceramic hitting the table echoed louder than it should have as I quickly set it down before it slipped completely from my hands.

But each night he woke up shaking from the fear of being trapped forever. And that's how he spent most of his mornings. He would wake up terrified and trembling. He would take long, slow, deep breaths trying to regain control of his body. After a while, he would realize that the feeling of terror and cold sweat was gone. The cold sweat would disappear too. His heart rate would calm down to a steady rhythm. Finally he would open his eyes and stare blankly ahead for a while before remembering where he was.

But I shook it off. Just as I was about to drink from the bottle of water, a tremor ran throughout my body. My hand shook, and the bottle dropped to the ground, sending a sound through the room. I let out a pained groan, my feet staggering back, my hand clutching my chest. My vision was going double. “Uhhh, guys, I think there’s something wrong with me,” I said in a pained voice. I didn’t hear any sound, so I turned to them slowly, as the tremor in my body could allow me to. A spike of pain vibrated through me, and this time, I let out a small scream.

Once I had it under control I quietly made my way to my room and lay down hoping that if I just sleep it’ll go away. But it didn’t; I suddenly woke up feeling suffocated that I had to pull off my blanket and I had to sit up for a while to relax. I reached for my phone to check the time, it was four in the morning, then got up to walk to the kitchen to grab something to drink. I can still feel my hands shaking as I thought about what caused me to wake in a panic and realized that I might have just been a night terror, but it's been a while. I almost forgot how shaky I can be from it as I held the cup tightly in my hand hoping that I’ll calm me down as I quietly walked back to my room. I took

I know the sound before it lands, the sharp crack, the sting that blooms across my cheek, the way my lip splits and blood fills my mouth. I scream. The scream rips me awake. I bolt upright in bed, sheets tangled around my legs, chest heaving. My throat is raw. The room is dark except for the faint silver glow coming through the window, moonlight, not dawn yet. My heart slams against my ribs so hard it hurts. Sweat soaks my shirt. I’m shaking. Violent, uncontrollable tremors that start in my hands and spread everywhere. I press my palms to my eyes. Try to breathe. Try to remember where I am.

My hands began to tremble, and the room tilted just slightly, a dizzy haze blurring my focus. “I just need a minute,” I muttered, pushing myself up from the bed. Tessa’s head lifted, her brow furrowed, but I didn’t give her time to question me. I walked quickly toward the bathroom, each step driven by the need to get away before she saw just how shaky I was.