Novel & Cerita Wake Up Lyrics Julie And The Phantoms

Julian woke up the next morning groaning as he opened his eyes, the morning light hitting like an unwelcomed intruder. He rolled over, reaching blindly for his phone on the nightstand. His thumb swiped the screen, eyes squinting against the brightness. “Oh… it’s 8:00 AM. I slept too late.” He ruffled his hair in pure irritation and tossed the phone back onto the bed. He had barely slept, and it was all thanks to the woman who had occupied his mind throughout the night.

It was 6:05 am already. Julian and Eva were yet to open their eyes. They slept off in the early hours after all night of love. The low and constant ringing of a table phone that was a few feet away from their bed woke Julian up. He opened his eyes and could not see the phone clearly. He slowly rolled out of the bed and adjusted his tight thong for easy movements as he walked towards the table where the phone was kept. He sat on a chair that was beside the table before picking the receiver up.

Don Julio ended the call, gulped the rest of his drink, and let a slow, mischievous grin stretch across his lips as a thought ignited in his mind. --- (Aurora) I woke up to my phone buzzing beside me, the vibration rattling my already splitting headache. Richard’s name flashed across the screen in bold. I answered with a tired sigh. “Hello.” “Did I wake you, baby?” His voice oozed excitement, too much excitement. And that alone made my skin crawl. “No, it’s fine. I have to prepare for work anyway. Why do you sound so excited?” I asked, rubbing my temples. He chuckled—a low, unsettling sound.

"Please wake up. . . " "Please wake up and come back to me."

My eyes burned, but no more tears came. So even being intimate with me—that had become something Olivia had to force herself to do. I set the tablet down. I placed the obsidian cufflinks back in their gift bag, then left them on the entryway table, next to my engagement ring. Like returning a dream I'd finally woken up from. Just then, my phone buzzed with a confirmation. A flight booked for 3:00 AM tomorrow—destination: Ilyseland. From now on, I'd fly to any city I wanted. But none of them would ever bring me back to Olivia.

If she dies then so do I. “Julia, I need you to wake up” I say as I gently shake her shoulder. The only acknowledgement that she hears me is the small fluttering of her lashes. “Come on Jules, wake up. We need to talk” I yell a bit louder as I shake her.

Wake up feel the air that I'm breathin' I can't explain this feeling that I'm feelin' I won't go another day without you Annoyed by the song his phone is playing now, Vince would have pressed the next button for another song to play... I know it feels like no one's around But baby you're wrong Just get rid of that fear Promise that I'm here, I'll never be gone So baby come with me We can fly away and we can watch the stars shine And baby you can be my love, oh Wake up feel the air that I'm breathin'

She screamed to herself as she shook her head because if that happens, Julie knew that humanity's only hope would crumble to pieces and they would forever remain in the mercies of the Aliens. The sun was already shining bright when Julie woke up. She immediately looked to her side, expecting to see her husband lying there, asleep beside her. But when she saw that side of his bed empty and cold, Julie felt something inexplicable. She looked outside the window and the sun was already high. It's supposed to be late for the Aliens already, right? So why was he not back in their room yet?

✦ 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 ✦ I woke up the next morning a full ten minutes before my alarm was set to go off. The house was dead silent, but my mind was already racing. Without even sitting up, I reached out in the dim light and grabbed my phone off the nightstand. My thumb swiped the screen open, my eyes instantly darting to the message thread.

Uhhhhh. I woke up sore everywhere. Good sore, though. The kind that reminded me exactly what I'd done. Who I'd done it with. Silas was already gone, his side of the bed cold. Typical. The man probably woke up at 5am looking perfect while I was here feeling like I'd been hit by a truck. A really good truck. My phone vibrated on the nightstand. Julian: You awake? Come to my place tonight. Just us. Please.