Waking Up From A 5 Year Dream Novels & Stories

5 YEARS LATER I wake before dawn because my body never forgot how. There’s no alarm. There never is. I open my eyes to the same gray pre-light filtering through the narrow window above the bed, the world not awake yet but no longer asleep either. That in-between hour feels honest. Nothing is pretending to be calm. Nothing is pretending to be safe.

David seems keen on this, but I can’t let him have what he wants. Why did I only got to discover now that he was this wicked? ---- I lay down the bed beside my babies. I hugged them closely to me with the fear that was gripping my heart since earlier. I can’t afford to lose them. I will do everything to protect them. I was having a hard time to sleep that night, but when I finally did, I found myself trapped inside a dream... Filled with the events that happened five years ago.

BACK TO PRESENT Emmanuella finally left me to my own peace and once she left I decided to see if I could get a well deserving rest before someone comes up. I was so lost in thought even though I was fast asleep at the same time that I didn't notice someone tapping me or should I say, I was dreaming that I didn't notice. "My love,my love, why are you sleeping? Wake up" I repeatedly felt someone calling out to me but I didn't budge not until the tapping got worst that I woke up to see a tall fair skinned boy standing beside me with a high afro hair cut. His hands raised up probably getting ready to tap me again.

Ring! Ring! Ring! With the sound of the Alarm clock, Anvika woke up. She looked around and saw that she was in her room... "So it was a dream. But if feel so real..." Anvika sigh. She has dreamt about the night five years ago many times, but recently it was different. Before she didn't meet Nityam, she wasn't able to see the face of the man in her dreams but now... At first, she saw his eyes, and today...

I threw myself off the extremely comfortable bed, yawning heavily. I decided to get up and go to the bathroom to splash some water on my face. I reached the bathroom, flicked on the dim light, and leaned over the sink, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were wide, and my face was pale, evidence of the terror I had just experienced. I started having such dreams five years ago, after I woke up. It was strange, but it felt like flashes that played themselves each night on repeat. I felt highly confused each time I woke up because that name, London Hale, remained in my head.

I was going to go home and change then head to the gym. I needed the exercise to clear my head. **** I woke up at exactly 5 a.m. Not because I wanted to. But because of the dream. And it was not the one where Jade danced for me. It was the one where Vivian stabs her in the back and she dies in front of me. I stood up from the bed and went to the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and drank half of it in one go. I should see a doctor.

Chapter 5. No… please… Victor” I jerked awake, my chest rising and falling rapidly as the nightmare clung to me like a shadow I could never outrun. My fingers gripped the bedsheet tightly. After five years… it still felt so real.The pain.The betrayal.The way he chose her… without thinking twice. I shut my eyes. Took a few deep breaths. It was over.It had been over for years. His name still had power over me. I got out of bed. Headed to the kitchen needing something to ground me. I poured myself a cup of coffee and the bitter smell slowly brought me back to reality.

Miles. She looked around, calling my name louder and louder. I happily threw myself at her, only to pass straight through her body like air. I forgot again. I died five years ago. After waiting and hoping for so long, Mom had finally come back. She was holding candy and cookies. I stared so hard my mouth watered. My heart filled with joy. So Mom did care about me. She'd just been too busy. She'd only found time to come back now. I bounced around beside her and shouted, "Mom, I'm here! I'm right here!"

I woke with a gasp, my chest heaving as if I had just resurfaced from drowning. Sweat soaked my shirt, and my fists were clenched so tight, my knuckles throbbed. The room was dark except for the soft yellow hue from the nightlight near the hallway, casting long, slow-moving shadows across the walls. But none of it mattered. Because I remembered. The dream hadn't been like the scattered flashes before. No, this was vivid. Unrelenting. It had played out like a movie, realer than anything I had felt since I woke up five years ago on a shoreline, broken and voiceless.

It was dead. ~ I flew up in my bed, sitting upright. A cold sweat coated my body, and I was panting harshly. I hit the light beside me and looked around the room. Thank fuck, it was a dream. What even was that? What kind of messed up TV have I been watching. I grabbed my phone and pressed the home key, the dim light lit up the room. 5:58 am. Well, there’s no point going back to sleep now. I tossed myself back on the bed and tried to picture the little wolf from my dream. The details have already started to fade away from memory, all I can see are those yellow eyes, and the pain and torment within them.