What To Do At 12 Am Novels & Stories

It’s not what’s under the Christmas Tree that matters … it’s who’s around it. – Charlie Brown Reese grunted an objection as Helen slid out of bed at an hour that was way too early for him to be awake. A year ago, he would not have thought twice about staying up all night after working at one of his clubs. There were many days that he would close a club in the early hours, go work out and run a half marathon around the park, stop at the job sites, have breakfast with a few of his princesses and check in at the office before finally heading to bed.

"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.

As I quietly slipped out of Penny's embrace, the neon numbers of the clock reading 4:15 am glowed in the darkness. I paused, savoring the peaceful sight of her sleeping. Resisting the urge to shower — an action becoming more of a compulsion than a necessity — I headed towards my office instead. I knew there, amidst my technological sanctuary, I could delve into work without disturbing her slumber.

I wake up to see it's dark now outside. Glancing over at the clock, the red numbers glow showing that it's 11:30pm. I groan. This is why I shouldn't have gone to sleep at 2:30pm, stupid me. I get out of bed and walk to the bathroom where I brush my teeth and wash my face. What am I going to do now? I walk over to my bean bag chair and sit down clicking onto F******k, I look at the newsfeed, nothing interesting. I click onto SnapChat, nobody's on. I go onto I*******m, all make up tutorials on there. After looking through a few more social medias, I have nothing left to do so I shut off my phone and look around.

I will visit there maybe next month I hope I could find a nice timing. I browse on the internet just before going to sleep because I am still not feeling sleepy yet so I decided to play on my phone. I forgot the time until I realize it was already twelve o'clock at midnight. I put away my phone then turn off the bedside lamp. I close my eyes forcing myself to sleep. I don't know what makes me wide awake this time. I keep turning and tossing in my bed until slowly, I drifted to sleep.

Declan’s POV I prefer working in the early morning hours when the rest of the world is asleep. There’s something soothing about the world around 3 and 4 am. Nothing is due that early. All the bars are closed, the coffee shops not yet open. It feels like a stolen, frozen moment. I also enjoy how very quiet it is. As I sit at my desk in my office, I swear I can hear every creak in the estate. There isn’t a mouse who could enter this building at that time without me being aware of it.

Whatever the reason, I need to leave the house before he finds out and sends for me or worse. 4:45 is when the flower girls normally finish their work at the Den. Zach has made it clear that I can't use his time for anything else, so I've been lying on my bed waiting for time. It is 4:46 am when I sit up. My one problem now that I'm calm is the fact that it is still pitch dark outside. My former plan was to sneak sneak out of the pack before daybreak. I need a break from Moon Shadow. But I've had the past hour to settle down and recall an important thing I have to do before I leave.

SSHS 130 It was already deep into the night, quarter to eleven in the evening and most of the students settled into their jackets and found a place they were comfortable to sleep in. The others decided to stay a little bit more into the late night to tell scary stories, play some board games or card games even and there are those who are getting into the deep conversation as the night goes deeper with them. The other Club Presidents also settled in for the night, they were determined that the whiteout would last until tomorrow and they did advise the others to sleep and conserve their energy.

The bet that could ruin and take everything he had from him now. It was still the early morning of Christmas day. In an ungodly hour. Andrew was still fast asleep next to May June. In their bedroom. He felt a little uneasy. He tossed and turned trying to get himself to calm down but when this didn't work he ended up waking up. He yawned and stretched looking at the time on his wall. Three AM in the morning.

Trying to see who will greet me at exactly 12:00 am. The time has come. 12:00 am. "Happy Birthday to me." I said to myself. One Two Three Four Five Six 12:00 am greeters. I looked for her name. She haven't greeted me yet. People that I barely knew wishes me a happy birthday but I am waiting for only few. "Maybe she's asleep. Maybe something's up. Maybe she is busy and forgot that it's my day. My birthday is for 24 hours." I know that I am only gaslighting myself but that is the only way that I can comfort myself.