Novel & Cerita Waking Up White

. Lyn POV “ Woke up , sleep head” I hear mom call me . However I don't feel waking up . I am in a dream that is so good that I don't even want it to end . However mom keeps shaking me until when I finally wake up . “ Ehmmm, mom ” I groan tossing and then looking up at her . “ Why are you looking at me like that ?” I ask mom when I see the way she is looking at me. She is smiling usually in a morning .

She sighed, "All I recall is waking up to find you next to me. Was there an accident that I can't remember?" Furthermore, Lana was haunted by recurring dreams of a man dressed in white. His face, always out of focus, eluded her grasp in the dream world. She would reach out, but he would always slip away. This left her in a wakeful state, her heart aching with a mysterious pain that refused to fade with the morning light.

"Because I know you. If I don't wake you up now, you won't get up on time." She was right. I was not a morning person. I could sleep through a hurricane. If it wasn't for her waking me up in the morning every day, I would probably get to the office in the afternoon, or not at all. I groaned again, rubbed the sleep from my eyes and got up.

Aurora I woke up to the bright light invading my eyes as I groaned from the slight light headedness. I was in some sort of garden and wearing a white dress. When did I get into this dress? I stood up and looked around for someone, but didn't find a single person. Strange, I thought to myself. "There you are my child!" I froze in my steps as I heard the very familiar voice. What is all this? I am definitely imagining stuff. She is dead. Then why do I keep hearing her voice?

[Sera] I wake up to white. Not hospital white. The ceiling is the same stained beige it was yesterday. But the window has changed overnight. Where there used to be Seattle's skyline, gray and rain-streaked and familiar, there's now nothing. Just white. Thick, heavy, absolute, like someone hung a sheet over the glass.

All I remember was them taking me to the hotel room, drawing a bath, and putting me into my pajamas. One of the advantages of being a white wolf was being able to purify toxins. I guess that alcohol counted as toxic, too. I woke up in the dead of the night. Everything was fine, really fine. I didn't feel woozy anymore; my head didn't even hurt, and I felt good. Except that, I woke up incredibly horny. "Hey," I shook Nathan awake. "Hey! Wake up!" "What's the matter?" He asked, his voice sleepy and deep.

Nova’s POV Waking up should have felt like the beginning of healing. Like I finally see the white light in the midst of the overwhelming darkness. But it didn’t. It didn’t feel that way. Instead, it felt like the start of something I couldn’t put a name to—a tugging sensation in the back of my mind that refused to let go. It was constant. It was nagging. It kept on hammering me. Everything around me was white. Bleached walls, sterile air, and the quiet hum of machines that had been keeping time while I was unconscious. While I kept snapping back and forth without waking up, fully regaining consciousness.

the officer pressed. Dennis shook his head slowly, his voice raw and uneven. "She was calm. Everything seemed normal." At that moment, his assistant stepped forward, speaking in a low voice. "Mr. Malcolm, you should look at your wife's Instagram account." Dennis fumbled to unlock his phone, logging in hastily. The most recent post greeted him like a slap to the face. [Five years of dreaming. Time to wake up. The truth is yours to uncover. —Tracy.]

Everything was spinning, and my head throbbed with pain. I tried to crawl, reaching toward the dim light of the screen blinking just inches away, unfortunately, I couldn’t move a single muscle. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a shadow slowly approaching. But I couldn’t focus, I could barely even breathe anymore. And then everything went dark. **** The first thing I noticed was silence as I woke up. There was no pain or sound or scent. Just white. Pure, endless white stretching out in every direction like snow. I sat up slowly, heart racing, teeth gritted.

I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke again, I found myself lying in an unfamiliar room. The four walls are all white, the ceiling is white, and even the curtains are white. The cold white makes me shiver when I think of some of the horror movies I've seen before or the most evil secret cells in the world.