Wake Up In A Novel Novels & Stories

The morning sun streams its way through the blinds, slowly creeping across the carpet until it remains on Sera's face like a spotlight. The light is a gentle reminder that it's time to wake up. Sera rolls over to face the wall and escape the sun, which is growing brighter and brighter by the minute. She finds herself unable to wake from this new dream. For months, the handsome stranger was just out of reach, and now she can feel him somewhere within the deepest parts of her. She refuses to let that go. Not soon after she rolls away from the impending morning does she begin to hear the raucous noise of the garbage truck hunkering its way down her dead-end street. Sera clamps her eyes shut. Ti

Tristan's POV In the end, Willa signed the divorce agreement and walked out of the ward in silence. I was still too weary from having just woken up, and I barely managed a couple of sentences with Willa before drowsiness washed over me again. When I finally opened my eyes again, I realized that evening had settled in. Delilah walked into the ward with the warm chicken noodle soup and noticed the divorce agreement with both signatures. She merely set the container down and opened it, her eyes narrowing slightly as she said, "You woke up just in time, Tristan. I just made this, so please have some."

I press my pillow over my face and cry until I finally pass out. When I wake up, everything is… wrong. The sheets are soft. Too soft. The air smells like snow and something faintly sweet. My bed is huge, covered in navy and silver. The walls are painted deep blue, with moons etched into the trim. I sit up slowly, my heart pounding. Where— I swing my legs over the side and stare at the unfamiliar room. Am I… dead? The door creaks open. A low, cold voice cuts through the silence.

Before I could finish, he cut me off impatiently, "Yeah, work's calling. I have to go." He rushed out the door, and I didn't press him further. However, my doubts grew heavier. Was he really that busy? I followed him, and that was when I saw the happy family scene I had just described. I lifted my numb fingers and hit record, capturing the entire scene in front of me. When I returned home, I locked myself in my room and played the video on repeat. While I lay unconscious, someone else had quietly taken my place. What was the point of waking up at all?

Brian. It was still dawn when the shrill chime of a phone alarm going off pulled me awake. My eyes shot open, and I looked around, the jarring sound enough to get me right into a wakeful state without the grogginess that I usually felt when getting out of bed. I was in my own bedroom – that was the first thing I noticed other than the noise.

There's never a time or place for true love. It happens accide ntally, in a throbbing moment. Sarah Dessen November❤❤ Waking up in a completely different room was one thing, waking up in a completely different room with no recollection of how you got there, was another, and it was the worst kind. I lifted the blanket from my body to reveal my naked body. NAKED BODY? Don't get me wrong, I'm no virgin Mary neither am I a Mia Kalifa, I just didn't expect to see my naked body on a strange bed, with banging headache.

Mr Scott replied and Mrs Scott helped him fix his tie. "That sounds excellent," Mrs Scott said and got a kiss from Mr Scott before he exited the bedroom. Back at the hospital, Aiden woke up to find himself alone in the ward with a nurse. He felt very weak and he wondered what happened to him. He was not this weak when he woke up at dawn. "What is happening to me," Aiden asked in a weak voice. The nurse did not respond but rushed out and returned with a doctor. The doctor quickly examined Aiden. Aiden was lying there weak and wondering what was happening.

Turn to page sixty-four , please , and look at the kidney . It was still early, but since her body-clock was still on UK time, she went to sleep almost at once. And woke in the small hours in a cold sweat. Oh, God, the relief of waking up. It was a bit much, having a sleeping nightmare when she’d only just had a waking one. And, as if that weren’t enough, it was doing an action-replay in her head and she couldn’t find the stop button . . . Dressed as she’d been that evening, she was on the beach with Guy, but it was broad daylight, with other people all around.

Buzzzzzzz… buzzz… buzzz… Riiiing! Ring! Ring! Rica woke up to the vibration and sound of the alarm clock on her smartphone. She turned it off and slowly opened her eyes. She was about to get up when she realized there was a big man lying on the bed next to her. Quick as lighning, she quickly jumped out of the bed. A naked man!

Jeni watched me, nervously. "I think somethings...wrong...with..." I said as I tried to stand up, collapsing to the floor. My last sight was Jeni's feet. They were pretty cute. I blacked out. ---------------------------------------------- Family Reunions ---------------------------------------------- I woke up groggy, not myself at all. I was in a comfortable if tiny bed, in a small room. There were no windows and only one door, which was metal and looked sturdy. Like a door at a jail. There was also a desk with an uncomfortable-looking chair, a lamp and two books. One of the books was a blank notebook with a pen. The other was 'The Quiet of Solitude'. I recognized the author's name.