Waking Up In 5d Novels & Stories

*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."

“You were having a nightmare, Hailey. You were screaming in your sleep. Shivering, sweating. It took me 5 minutes to wake you up. What was happening?” “What? 5 minutes?” I ask her again because this has never happened before. I would wake up within seconds whenever I had a nightmare and someone wake me up. “I..I don’t know, Eve. I’m sorry, I woke you up.” “It’s alright. But are you sure you’re okay?” I turn my face to her and smile weakly. “Don’t worry, Eve. I’m fine. We should get back to sleep. It’s late.” “Alright. Let me know if something else happens, okay?”

“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?”

Maya Monday morning, my alarm goes off at 5:30 AM—too early, but I’d set it anyway, determined to be the first one in the office. I roll out of bed, my muscles still sore from dancing in heels at the party, and shuffle to the kitchen to make coffee. The apartment is too quiet. My dad usually calls on Sunday nights, but his number hasn’t popped up on my phone in three days. I push the thought down and focus on pouring hot water over the grounds.

​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.

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.

I had lost my last remaining family member in this world. It took me a long time before I snapped out of my daze to dial a number I had never called before. It was the number of the man I had unintentionally saved five years ago on a business trip. "You told me before that you would fulfill a wish of mine unconditionally. Does the promise still hold?"

The truth was if I closed my eyes and fell asleep now, the next time that I opened them the following morning, we would only have five days left together before everything comes to an end. … My eyes fluttered open as my biological clock woke me up the next morning. ‘5 days left’ said the voice inside of my head. It was a reminder that I didn’t need or wanted to hear. Hayden was still sleeping peacefully at my side and that was a pleasant change to waking up with him gone. He was sleeping like a baby, and I didn’t want to wake him up. I wondered if he had anything to do today because it was quite rare for him to sleep in if he had something to do.

After the doctor finished checking on Jessica, she laid on the bed and thought about her life for a while. Soon, Jessica fell asleep after thinking too much. ---- Dylan arrived at DY Mobile Company. He parked his car in the parking lot and went into his company. He remembered that he had heard Rex mention Remy getting married soon, and he wasn't even aware of the upcoming wedding. Dylan sighed and went into the lobby. The ground floor was full of customers, and Dylan made his way to the third floor where his private office was located. Soon, Bright knocked and walked into Dylan's office.