Waking Up In 5d Novels & Stories

WARNING: THIS PART CONTAINS SCENES THAT SOME READERS MIGHT NOT REALLY APPRECIATE (R18 PARTS). PLEASE TAKE THAT INTO CONSIDERATION AS YOU PROCEED TO READ THIS CHAPTER. TONY'S POV The alarm rings by 5 am on the dot but I am already awake. I have been awake for the past two hours because I was awakened by a nightmare. The same nightmare that always starts the same way; Everybody would be in the living room of my mansion and we would all be having fun and playing board games and generally having fun. Then all of a sudden, some faceless guys barge into the house and then they kill everybody except me. I start to cry knowing that it was all my fault and then I wake up sweating and gasping for air.

Though The Matrix Trilogy was probably not the best movies for that. “Abby?” I heard before long, coming from the garage door. “Yes, Josh, I am here in the living room,” I called back. I waited as he walked down the hallway. “Hey, how was your day?” He asked as he kissed my cheek. “It was good, but I have met someone else now. His name is Zelimir, he is from the Mortal World,” I finished explaining my dream to Josh as he sat on the couch next to me. I told him of everything in the dream and everything that I had been thinking of all day, except of course, the fact that Zelimir was so good-looking.

When I opened my eyes again, I was in a hospital room. Fortunately, I had called the police. Both Edith and I were rescued. Evelyn's voice came. "Edith, you haven't eaten for a day. I've brought you food." I looked up and saw her cutting fruit into different shapes, trying to feed Edith. Edith was annoyed, but when she noticed that I was awake, she raised her eyebrows proudly and took a bite of the fruit.

Kaden’s POV: FIVE YEARS LATER Work. I had buried myself in tremendous paperwork, again. Only when I glanced at the clock did I realize it is already 7 in the fucking morning. I barely slept. Hell, I can’t even remember the last time I slept well. Probably the time I dreamt of her face as she slept peacefully in my bed. The only thing I regret is waking up the next morning to find it was nothing but a dream. Rising to my feet, I headed out and walked into my room when my eyes squinted. A woman with straight blonde hair laid like a starfish butt-naked on my bed. Her saliva leaked onto my pillow, and my skin crawled instantly in disgust.

Mandy Five years later… The loud and continuous ringing of my phone woke me up from my deep sleep. A grunt comes out of my mouth as I reach for my phone that I know is where I always put it before sleeping—right beside my pillow. I still did not want to open my eyes. I want to go back to sleep. But since I can't turn off the alarm on my phone without looking at it, and also because it really is time for me to wake up, I am forced to open my eyes to turn off the damn alarm.

Aisha's POV That morning, I woke up earlier than usual. The sky outside the window was still grey, indicating that the sun had not fully risen. I stared at the ceiling of my apartment, feeling the heavy emotions still hanging in my chest. Although I slept more peacefully last night, the shadows of the past still lingered in my mind. I tried to grasp the new spirit I found with Julien, but sometimes, fear and doubt crept back in. I sat on the edge of the bed, soaking in the morning silence. The gentle sound of the wind rustling outside reminded me that a new day had arrived. Maybe this was an opportunity to start over—to take small steps toward the happiness I desired.

In the final second before everything went black, I made out the words. “Trisha, you really did steal it.” … I had no idea how long had passed before I woke up, freezing. The TV was still playing some loud holiday comedy skit, but the house was empty. I pushed myself up from the floor and touched the back of my head. The blood there had already dried and matted into my hair. I glanced at the time. It was past ten at night. Stumbling, I made my way out the door, planning to take a cab to the nearest hospital.

When she woke again, she was lying on a hospital bed. The damning images from the black box surged back into her mind. She yanked out her IV needle in a blind frenzy. A nurse, catching sight of her wild struggle, quickly restrained her, shouting for a doctor to sedate her. "I want to see Kurt…" … I was at home, recovering, when my phone wouldn't stop ringing. My mother, finally unable to bear the noise, urged me softly. "Who keeps calling? Could it be something urgent?" I glanced at the glowing screen. That number—I could recognize it with my eyes closed.

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?

Friday morning hits like a slap. I wake up at 5:32 a.m., sheets twisted around my legs, cock already half-hard from dreams I can’t quite remember but know involved Damian’s hand around my throat and that low voice whispering filth in my ear. The apartment smells faintly of last night’s sweat and lube. I don’t shower right away. I just lie there, staring at the ceiling fan spinning lazy circles, counting the hours until 9 p.m.