Waking Up In 5d Novels & Stories

*5 years back* "Five days?",asked Derek. "Asleep for five fricking days?! And you didn't wake us up?!" "No! I didn't! And you why? Because inter-dimensional portal jumping takes out-- or rather, sucks out a huge amount of energy from within you. You both needed rest. So I figured I should let you both sleep. You must have slept well because your muscles were tired." "Okay but where are our shirts?",asked Zane

Sitting, I drift in and out of sleep all night, slowly realising he isn’t coming back and this nightmare I am in, I can never wake from. Waking up, it is five am, and I know Alena won’t be out of bed early. Getting up, I leave to go see Maria, unsure if I can repeat it.

FIVE HOURS BEFORE THE WEDDING A loud thud on the door woke Makris up. Immediately his eyes pushed open. They squinted to adjust to the stream of lights going past the windows. He tried to turn, but his neck felt stiff. It was like the blood circulation around his body had ceased. He took a deep breath and pushed himself up slowly. At last, he could raise the upper part of his body. His hands went straight to his head when the vibration hit him. It was like a rave in there, with the bass at a maximum.

Iris turned over in bed, already fully awake and sure what time it was before she even opened her eyes: Zoe had brought her an alarm clock, but Iris knew that she wouldn’t need it. Her body had been quite violently conditioned to wake itself up at five every morning. She lifted her lids and looked at the clock on the small nightstand next to her bed, and sure enough, it was a few minutes before five. She sighed, knowing that there would be no return to sleep for her. She was awake.

“He will wake up, right?” “He can, and he will. He just needed the right trigger to wake his subconscious up. The shock of the virus has caught up to his body now that he is in a dormant state. That’s why we can’t wake him up. He’s the only one who knows what’s going on inside him, but before he could process it and wake up, he needed a trigger. We just haven’t discovered what the trigger is…”

*Content Warning* Five Years Later Viviane’s POV I wake on a pillow littered with pearls. I’ve been crying in my sleep again, subconsciously battling the demons that always appear in the unguarded realms of slumber. I whip the blankets from my body, sending gems flying, and slide out of bed. My own screams echo in my ears as I move swiftly toward the bathroom. I’m completely alert, drowning in adrenaline. I feel exactly as I did five years ago, the dream sent my brain into full flight mode but left my body unable to flee.

"Don't pry into things that don't concern you." Upon hearing that, Rebecca pouted in dissatisfaction. "Fine. Do you know what day it is today, then?" Pinching her cheek fondly, Sebastian replied, "Of course. It's Grandma's death anniversary. You don't think I have forgotten about it, do you?" ""Hmph! At least you have a conscience. Since you've been holed up here for two days, I was afraid you'd forget. That's why I came to pick you up." Sebastian shook his head. "Next time, text me first. Or wait in my office. The forensic identification room is off-limits to outsiders. That's the rule."

“But you woke up in five days.” “Five days?” I croaked, cutting him off. My voice cracked from disuse, the words scraping against my dry throat. “Yes,” he replied, his tone heavy. “That’s how long you’ve been out.” Five days. The weight of his words settled on me like a boulder. Five days in this place. “I didn’t expect you to wake up so soon,” Caden added quietly. “It’s your first time, after all.” “And I want it to be the last,” I muttered, my voice gaining a little strength. “You have to tell me what you know, Caden. First of all, do you have any idea who these people are? Who the hell are we dealing with?”

​The transition from the clinical, neon-white nightmare of the Ministry to the suffocating, humid silence of the mid-Atlantic was a jagged tear in the fabric of my reality. ​I woke up slowly, consciousness returning to me in painful, rhythmic pulses that felt like a sledgehammer striking an anvil behind my eyes. My first sensation wasn't sight, but the smell—a thick, heavy perfume of crushed eucalyptus, sulfurous volcanic steam, and the sharp, biting salt of the open ocean. My mouth was coated in a dry, metallic film, a lingering souvenir of the biological pulse Kai had unleashed to level the Ministry.

And apparently this one wasn’t waiting to be found. “What’s it like?” she asked. “The fifth Source. What does it do?” “It freezes time. Everything it touches just… stops. Locked in one moment forever. People mid-step. Birds mid-flight. Everything frozen except the Source itself.” “That’s different from the others.” “That’s worse than the others.” The runner coughed. Blood on his lips. “Because you’re not dead when it takes you. You’re aware. Conscious. Just trapped in one second that never ends. Forever.”