What To Do At 1 Am Novels & Stories

Due to everybody being at home, probably sleeping, as it should be at four am, it is creepily quiet. Also, because I haven’t been called for about an hour, and nobody else is walking around to activate the motion sensors, I am practically sitting in the dark. Well, if it wasn’t for the floor lamp that is standing next to my desk. At least there weren't any problems with the systems and other than the unnecessary tasks he gave me, he was apparently able to do the signing at two am without any problems. I’m glad. Checking my watch, I sigh, realizing that I wouldn't get home in time, and decide to just crash in the office.

POV: NATHANIEL The email pings at exactly 2:14 a.m. I should be asleep but I am not. Sleep has been like a stranger recently. So, here I am in my study, pacing in the dark, half dressed, with a glass of whiskey that is already warm and useless. There is something clawing at me tonight. A tension I can’t name. Like something is about to snap but won’t tell me when. The silence feels rigged.

I got out of bed and went out of the room to go and get some water. I went to the kitchen and got myself a glass of water. I drank a full glass and got a second one. The chilled tap water managed to get me calm though I was still in a daze. I put the glass away and went back to my room. It was now 3 am. Just a few more hours until daybreak. I sat on my bed and hugged my knees to my chest. I glanced at my phone on the bedside table, contemplating where I should call Blake.

The evening hours dragged by in painful slowness, Eliana drifting between failed attempts at sleep and anxious bouts of wakefulness, her eyes returning again and again to the clock on the wall, as if watching it directly might either delay or hasten the moment she both dreaded and waited for. She finally lay down in bed around midnight, her old phone beside her, ready to record as usual, her main phone held directly in her hands, to make sure she wouldn't miss a single second of ringing this time.

Now all she had to do was wait. The clock ticked slowly and Amanda was growing restless. It was almost 11pm but Alfred had not yet returned. What was keeping him? Why wasn’t he answering and returning her calls? What kind if work was he doing that was keeping him out all night? Was he at a meeting? All these questions run through her mind as she paced around the room with her phone in her hand. The hour hand kept moving until it was 1am. Amanda decide to sit in the couch and wait for him, she didn’t even realize it when she slept.

I bet you look good in it, too. The bass from the party downstairs thumps through the mattress, a slow, steady beat that matches the pulse in my cock. I lie there, alone in the dark, waiting for the next buzz and it comes too quickly. Barnabythebear: Tomorrow at the rink by 8 PM. Come if you want *wink emoji*

Larissa earnestly said. Ambrose couldn't take it anymore and wrapped the sweetheart in the blanket. Larissa wriggled like a caterpillar, arching her way out from under the covers. "Mister, can I sleep at 12:30 AM? It's too early now, and I'm not sleepy at all! It's boring lying in bed, so let me give you a massage! I'll massage you for ten minutes and then do acupuncture for another ten minutes. It's just twenty minutes in total, and it won't be past 12:30 AM. Is it okay?"

We both looked at the door. (Let Arman come I will-) Just as I wiped my tears, Ammar barged in with worry plastered on his face. "Wo- ahh- Arman ka kuch pata nahi chal raha." (We can't find anything about Arman) I glanced at the wall clock, to see it was past one in the morning. And it was very unusual of him to stay out this late. He usually spends his nights in the study doing God knows what.

I’m still breathing. I stood up, wiped my face with the back of my hand, and pulled my black hoodie cap low over my eyes. I headed out into the humid night air. It was 2:30 AM. Reasonable people—are already deep in sleep by this time. But I’m fucking here.

"That is what friends are for, right?" Lydia could not sleep. She was in bed fully dressed under her covers, watching the minutes crawl by on her phone. 11:17. 11:42. 12.08. The sound of laughter and music from the common room gradually faded as her hall mates went to their rooms. By 1 AM, the dorm had finally fallen silent. This was it for her. The perfect time to sneak off on the most reckless mission of her life.