Waking Up In 5d Novels & Stories

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.

Still separated by space, but feeling closer than distance could explain. I didn’t know how long I had been asleep. The sound of crickets was still buzzing outside, indicating the night hadn’t fully turned into morning. The air inside the house remained damp, but my body was starting to acclimate to the chill. I shifted slightly, pulling the thin blanket tighter around me, trying to sink back into sleep. Suddenly, bang! A loud noise came from outside the house. It sounded like something had fallen or been thrown. Instantly, I sat up straight. My heart raced, my ears alert.

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.

I wake before dawn. This surprises me. I expected to sleep late, the specific deep sleep of someone who has used everything they have and needs the recovery. Instead, I am awake at five fifteen with the June darkness outside the windows doing its last hour of work before the light begins and with the specific clarity of someone whose body has decided the day is too important to sleep through even though nothing important is scheduled. Nothing is scheduled.

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.

“We initially thought you might not wake up soon since your heart rate was low. We are very thankful that you survived and you fought.” Florence’s heart swelled with a mix of relief and gratitude as she read the words on the page. The revelation that she had been unconscious for five days after the accident sent a wave of astonishment and bewilderment through her body. Five days? It seemed impossible, a stretch of time that defied her perception of reality. Her mind raced faster now, trying to process the implications of this unexpected discovery. What had happened during those five days? Who had been by her side? The questions piled up, each one more pressing than the last. She longed to pi

May.2050 The nightmare woke her again, she groaned as she stirred lazily to check the digital alarm clock beside her colt. It was 4am, she groaned again. Drilling starts by 5 and she knew there was no chance to steal a little bit more sleep, she lay back down to ponder over her constant dreams, dreams which she had begun to get used to that she didn’t wake up screaming in terror anymore, it had always been the same nightmare every night, the blood curdling screams of a tortured man, flashes of lights and the grim goggled faces of people in long white coats.

It was around five thirty when Bella finally woke up, but she was surprised to find herself covered with a duvet, as far as she could remember she hadn't covered herself when she had taken a nap earlier on, she was not sure what time exactly it was, it was only after she picked up her ringing phone to answer a call did she finally realize that she had slept for five years now, and thinking about it, she had wanted to take just a short nap, how did that even turn to sleeping for five hours, and thinking that she was already late to prepare for the meeting, she excused Alex who was on call on the other side so that she may get prepare.