We Slept In Home Alone Novels & Stories

I needed to lick my wounds in private, to retreat into the safety of my own room and figure out how to survive the next few days. When we got home, I mumbled something about being tired and retreated to my room, closing the door behind me. I dropped my suitcase on the floor and crawled into my bed, pulling the covers up to my chin. The familiar scent of my own laundry, the soft feel of my own pillows, was a welcome, comforting embrace. But it was a cold and lonely one. I was home, but I had never felt more alone. I closed my eyes, the tears finally breaking free, and let the darkness consume me.

Her hair is up in a messy bun, with a few blonde strands dangling by her cheeks, making her look so young, so… so fucking innocent. I sigh and ignore the strange feeling settling in my chest as I take off my jacket. I can’t even remember the last time I came home to someone else in my house. I’ve been alone for most of my life. Not because I don’t like company, but because there’s no one left to spend it with me. No one left alive, anyway. And that’s all there is to it. I have long accepted my reality. I walk around the couch, not really in any particular rush to do anything, and that’s when I notice Tatiana curled up against Nadia’s side. They’re both fast asleep, the television still on, c

"I'm not sleeping on the couch, not at all. Don't expect that." "I can't sleep alone. Why else would I be sharing a bed with Nikita when we have an extra bedroom in our house?" "Uh? You share a bed with Nikita?" "Oh, you didn't stalk me up to that extent? Great." I glanced at the bed. "Sleeping alone on a bed gives me some kind of trauma. It's been since I was a child, I slept with my Mom else I was going to experience a panic attack." He nodded. "I'm kinda confused here. So you don't sleep in the afternoon?"

She follows the same procedure, after which all of us proceed to the living room. Hannah is sitting on Will's lap while the rest of my New York family is spread out along the couch. My dad is sitting in the chair that is unique to him and that he shares with Maddy. I go over to Mark's chair and sit with him, just like I did when we were at Charlie and Abby's house. Mark is sitting in his own chair. Even though Mark doesn't appear to care in the least, I find that I'm dozing off about an hour and a half into the second Home Alone movie. Mark, of course, gives me a lift to my old bedroom and tucks me in just like he does every night. I can still clearly recall him planting a kiss on my forehea

I'll take Asher's advice and go to sleep. My body knows I'm alone, because within minutes I'm falling asleep, dreaming about home and Asher's abs.

It’s no fun staying anywhere alone, especially when you’re used to being in a house full of people. ‘I was sad when I had to leave the orphanage, not that it was the best place in the world, but the silence got to me. Not having all the people around made me feel homesick,’ Clara said, remembering her first few nights alone. She should have rejoiced with her newfound freedom, but instead, she felt all alone. Not being able to sleep in her new surroundings. When she could sleep, her nightmares visited her more often than not. She learned that sleeping less made her night terrors easier to handle. And because she was awake longer, she needed another part-time job, which landed her in Mr. Wong’

After sleeping more than for four hours he woke up early in the morning to find himself in completely uncomfortable position and need not to say first time he slept with almost half naked girl yet he didn't sleep with her, also that too in most cosiest position and he is someone who don't like cuddling at all, from his childhood he never slept by hugging someone it includes his mom too, when he turned 3yrs old he was sent into his personal room inspite of his protests of sleeping alone as loneliness used to scare that naive baby and darkness used to suck life out of that little soul but still he survived by keeping lights on all night because his parents refused to take him inside their room

He was the gay personal trainer that Solano paid to be dragged around with them everywhere. "Probably sleeping already." She told herself. Her pizza came and she did herself justice while watching a Nollywood movie. Suddenly she felt homesick. Lost her appetite again and dumped the rest of her food into the garbage can and went off to sleep in an enormous bed, covered in expensive silk material over a soft and warm comforter, alone. All alone. ................

Maybe, just maybe, my father would come to his senses tomorrow and search for me. But for now, I was alone, with no home, no family, and no clear future. When fatigue finally got the best of me, I noticed a worn-out bench under a fading streetlight. My tired eyelids slid close as I fell against its wooden slats. Sleep called, a short-lived reprieve from the chaos. The sound of whispering voices cut through the darkness as I fell asleep.

So, he knew what he had to do. He showered, dressed in casual clothes, and tried to convince himself to stay alone. But he couldn’t. Not tonight. A few months ago, sleeping alone wouldn’t have mattered. He’d grown used to loneliness. But now, after feeling what it was like to fall asleep wrapped in his wife’s warmth, the thought of an empty bed felt unbearable. “Last night was a mistake,” he muttered under his breath. “It won’t happen again.” With that, he stepped out and walked to Isla’s bedroom. His hand trembled slightly as he reached for the doorknob. He took a deep breath and turned it—only to find it locked.