Woken Up Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

She tossed and turned in her bed wondering if she should tell Jason about what was going on even though it had nothing to do with Julia. "I wonder what they did to the woman," Veronica thought and turned to face the direction of the window closing her eyes to sleep. At Dr Andesh's Private Hospital, Julia opened her eyes hearing her phone alarm. She slowly turned and tried to stop the alarm so it didn't wake Jason up. "Good morning my love," Jason greeted startling Julia. "I am sorry. I didn't mean to wake you this early," Julia apologized as she reached for the phone and turned off the alarm. "I am fine. Don't worry about me," Jason said with a smile.

Zane The first thing that woke me up that morning was the shrill, piercing wail of the emergency alarm. The sound jolted me awake with a start, my heart pounding in my chest. I sat up in bed, my senses immediately on high alert. Something was terribly wrong.

Daniel The next morning, I woke up before dawn, my mind racing. The night had been short, haunted by images of Claire, the blurry silhouette of the mysterious woman, and buried secrets I had yet to uncover. I looked at myself in the mirror—dark circles under my eyes, my face weary. The weight of the investigation was heavy, and every step I took seemed to pull me closer to the abyss. But I couldn't stop. Not now.

"Waki, wake!! You're finally awake Phoebe" ********

Behind him was a younger Hispanic, his face smooth and unblemished, almost like a baby’s head stuck on an adult body. The older officer said, “Ma’am, sorry if we woke you. Are you Mrs. Barrett?” She clutched the top of the robe and thought, Of course! Dressed this way with my hair looking like a rat’s nest, it would be natural to assume they woke me. That could account for why it took me so long to come to the door. I can even use this to my advantage if I’m smart, play up the grogginess and confusion. “Um, yes, I am. What seems to be the problem?”

Chapter 25. Ajax woke with a dull ache in his temples, the kind of headache that sat behind the eyes and pulsed gently with every heartbeat. Still, it wasn’t unbearable. He had known worse—much worse. After a long shower under steaming water, the tension in his shoulders eased, and the pressure in his skull dulled to something manageable. Wrapped in a fresh towel, he walked into the bedroom and instinctively checked his phone as part of his usual routine. Several missed notifications popped up, there was one missed call—no, not missed. It had been answered.

Oliver, with that gentle and affectionate look in his eyes and his smile that could light up a room. Day in, day out, he used this one-of-a-kind, love-soaked forehead kiss to wake me up. Our daughter's watching us, eyes wide. We then laughed happily and took that picture. The warm memory made my daughter's eyes light up: Was this how Dad used to wake up sleepy Mom? She put down the phone and ran to the bed. "Mom, I know how to wake you up now! I will go find Dad. He will kiss you and wake you up like a prince wakes his sleeping beauty."

She woke up gasping. Waking up didn’t break the dream. Because the truth was even more intense. She was awake. And it was real.

Swallows. “She just woke up.”

Gwen's POV: An almost surreal sense of relief dragged my consciousness out of the thick darkness of a long slumber. I bolted awake. The room was pitch black, save for the faint streetlight filtering through the gaps in the window. The fever that had scorched my veins last night had vanished without a trace. My chest rose and fell with smooth, unobstructed breaths, my heart beating with a terrifyingly steady, rhythmic pulse. A surge of powerful vitality coursed through my entire body; not a single trace of the frail, sluggish exhaustion from my lifelong asthma remained.