Woken Up Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

The moon had risen, and the hour was late already, yet I refused to leave this room. Sitting on the armchair next to Archer’s bed, my legs pulled up under me; I wrapped my arms around my knees. I was exhausted, but there was no way I was going to sleep yet. Every time my eyes would drop and my head dip forward, my hair would tickle my nose waking me up again and feeling like spiders crawling on my face.

Second, a signed medical affidavit from the doctor who had confirmed my biological relationship with Christine. Third, a sworn confession from the pastry shop's accountant, confirming that the almond croissants had been ordered by Amber's maid, using my name. Finally, at the bottom of every paper, written in neat, elegant handwriting were the words, "Amber, do you like my birthday gift? Oh, by the way, I had never lost my memory." The hall erupted in uproar. Whispers crashed through the room like a rising tide. "Oh my God! So, Maisie was the real Mrs. Scott all along? And Amber was just a shameless mistress?"

With trembling hands and a pale face, Elwood picked up the two pieces of paper. A slip of paper slid out from between the two. He scrambled to pick it up and found Morgan’s handwriting on it. [Farewell, Elwood.] There were only two words, but they struck Elwood’s heart like a sledgehammer. He swayed and nearly lost his footing. The pieces of paper almost fell on the floor, but he managed to react in time and grab hold of them.

"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.

. 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 .

unable to remember what happened in the dream I wake suddenly, my heart racing and a lingering feeling of dread. It takes me a moment before everything comes into focus. My eyes take in the ray of light coming from the small window showing that I’m still on the plane. The noise from the staff and other passengers come trickling back in. I can’t believe I fell asleep but it was my last night at home with mama before I got on the plane this morning to head to North Dakota for College.

Edith was annoyed, but when she noticed that I was awake, she raised her eyebrows proudly and took a bite of the fruit. Evelyn's face lit up with joy. "I've removed the pits from the cherries for you." I opened my dry lips and hoarsely called out, "Mom." Though Evelyn had her back to me, I could feel her smile freeze. After a long silence, she spoke coldly. "Now that you're awake, you should go home. The hospital charges for the bed." Stunned, I looked at the IV in Edith's hand, but I had nothing.

When she woke again, she was lying on a hospital bed. The damning images from the black box surged back into her mind. She yanked out her IV needle in a blind frenzy. A nurse, catching sight of her wild struggle, quickly restrained her, shouting for a doctor to sedate her. "I want to see Kurt…" … I was at home, recovering, when my phone wouldn't stop ringing. My mother, finally unable to bear the noise, urged me softly. "Who keeps calling? Could it be something urgent?" I glanced at the glowing screen. That number—I could recognize it with my eyes closed.

The scent of Madagascar vanilla bean and burnt sugar was my sanctuary. It was a thick, fragrant veil that I pulled over my life every morning at 4:00 AM, a cloak designed to hide the iron-filing scent of gun oil and the cold, metallic tang of a past that refused to stay buried.

she added. Ruth fetched her phone from her bag, sat down on the chair provided and started watching a movie on her phone. At Aiden's in the morning, at 6 a.m., Amanda woke up to the message sent to her by Alice. She frowned immediately remembering they didn't have the whole house to themselves. She got out of bed, grabbed her morning coat and headed for Alice's room. Her movement woke Marcus up who only saw the door closed and Amanda nowhere to be found. He got out of bed and also exited the room wearing just his boxer shorts and a morning robe which was open at the front.