What To Do At 1 Am Novels & Stories

My cheeks heat up at the thought of two of them having sex right above me. The sounds of skin slamming against each other intensifies ripping out every ounce of sleepiness I had left in me. I toss to the other side of my bed and reached for the little digital alarm clock to know what time it is. It's 1 AM. I groan irritated. I need to go back to sleep. I take my pillow and press it against my ears forcing myself to go back to sleep. I have a feeling that I'm going to have a long day. The best thing I can do for myself is get some sleep.

I reached over to check my phone that showed it was nearly 2 AM. I heard ice getting dropped into a glass and the sound of a decanter getting put down. I uncovered myself and walked over to the door to see Azai standing at the bar downing a drink before pouring himself another one. “Do you ever sleep?” I asked softly. He didn’t even flinch so he must have heard me get up, “not as much as I’d like to. I didn’t wake you, did I?” “No, I hadn’t even meant to go to sleep. May take advantage of it being the middle of the night and go for a run though, it’s the only time I can let Amara out.”

How can I fix something so broken? I check my watch for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. It’s 2 AM, and still nothing from the doctors. The empty, eerie silence of the waiting room presses in on me. What a way to end an engagement party. For a split second, I almost chuckle at the absurdity of it all, but then I remember that I have company.

It's not a terrible way to keep myself engaged through the long evenings when I am alone in my house. And it's simply one less thing to worry about in my life. I'll take it. Isn't minimalism a thing right now? As I'm pacing through the dark night, the roads are quiet, and there's barely a single soul out walking on the streets. I check my wristwatch and see that I've been a bit late getting out of the library, and it's already nine p.m. Something rustles on the side of the road that opens into the dark of the woods. I see something pass along a tall birch tree, and I see shiny eyes peek through the darkness.

I opened the YouTube app on my phone and looked for some dance music that will keep my mind busy while still waiting for Daniel. A few minutes passed and it has now become hours... 1:00 am 1:30 am 2:00 am 2:30 am My eyes are now dropping. I wish I have toothpicks, no, I wish I could use toothpicks to put into my eyes so I could prevent them from closing... but no. .......................................

Only that after twenty minutes, I still remained restless. I glanced at my wristwatch. 1:00am. Barcon's activities would be in full swing. I didn't think- just stood up, grabbed at my phone, and swung out of the apartment. “Don't sleep over,” I said to Qyle who barely spared me a glance nor responded to my statement. The fucker. I decided against using the car, to drive over to the bar. It was past midnight, and the people that loitered around the streets of Vermont weren't much.

I wouldn't come in contact with Hunter? The night was long. Definitely long. It was one the longest nights I had had in years. One advice from me; never go to bed on an empty stomach. Never. I think I had slept off around 8 pm, after recoiling restlessly within myself, but the urge to eat something woke me up at exactly 1: 00 AM on the dot. I had thought that it was simply the urge to use the bathroom, but after making a missionary journey to the bathroom and having not even a single drop of urine drop from my finally relaxed dick, I realized that I had misdiagnosed the urge.