Infant bed

My eyes shoot open, blood rushes through my veins, a harsh ring pierces my ears, adrenaline jumpstarts my nervous system. Catapulting out of bed, feet crash onto the wood floor with a resounding thud, vibrations shoot up my legs. Intent on murdering my morning nemesis, I take aim at the blaring red-eyed demon sitting next to the fan. Striking with a swift click of the on/off switch, I end the incessant blare of my alarm. "6:15, Monday, not late." A relieved sigh escapes my lips, gaze shifting to

down to my watch to come to realize that it was 10 mins till dinner. As I stand up, I notice my mom finishing up the table for dinner. After dinner I head back up to my room to go wash up and get ready for bed. As I get done brushing my teeth I put my watch and phone on the charger and head to bed to rest up to repeat for

Brrring! Brrring! Brrring! The fire alarm was going off. Ransom woke up first, then tried to wake me up, but failed so he went to wake up Colin. That failed so he went to wake up Bay. The both of them woke up Colin and then all three of them tried to wake me up and finally after several tries Ransom woke me up. The director came to our room and told us that this was not a false alarm and that we have to get our bags into the elevator and go downstairs. So, we put our bags by the elevator and Ransom

13-year old Bryan was in his comfy blue bed thinking of what he will do the following day. Tomorrow he will go to a shooting center in Sacramento. He is about to go to sleep when he hears his phone play a series of notes and chords. He realizes that it is a text from Ryan, his best friend. He lifts his cold black Samsung Galaxy S8+ off of its dark blue round wireless charger and looks at the message. Ryan had asked in the text whether he is going on the shooting trip. Bryan squinted at the bright

Hannibal.Hannibal kept scoring and scoring and scoring.The game was finally over it felt like forever.The score was 12 to 34 the tigers lost.While we was driving home I was falling asleep because now I was more tired.I drank some water and wanted to go to bed but I couldn't go to bed.So I made a tent.A warm fuzzy cozy tent.Now I think I can to sleep I thought but I had to put pillows and blankets and then it would be ready for sleeping in.But i still couldn't go to sleep so i drank a glass of milk and ate

The outcome of my behavioral contract was kind of disappointing to me. When I first started this contract I wanted to get at least seven hours of sleep at night. I wanted to make this change because I thought if I got more sleep, I would feel more awake in the morning. The first week start out because I had no homework that week and I only had to go to basketball practice. So I felt exhausted when I got home and feel asleep easily. After the first week I was really happy on how much sleep I got that

Lios started off like any other man, he was born, but not a god, not a warrior, not a man, but a klutz, he was never the bravest of all the kids he feared almost everything but, his greatest fear was snakes he feared them because of the gorgon queen Medusa, with a face so hideous it turned any man into stone. “Lios!” called his mother “Yes mother?” asked Lios “I have good news, I signed you up for the spartan army and you got in!” Lios felt as if he had been turned into stone by Medusa herself, stabbed

Xavier was beginning to have a light problem with involuntarily being knocked out or foreced to sleep. Again. He was honestly surprised no one in the house coined him Sleeping Brutee. Okay, maybe it was lame but his head really fucking hurt. His slowly dragged his hand and placed it on his forehead, dragging his arm indeed was a challenge. It was like he was carrying his own dead weight around...in his dense state. He let out a light groan and put all he had into sitting himself up, swinging his

Introduction Have you ever found yourself lying in bed, awake, with your eyes still closed? You know you’re awake, dreading the day ahead so much, you feel like if you can keep your eyes closed, you can put it off indefinitely. That’s how I feel this morning. Today is one of those days. I have made the decision this is the day I venture out into the world for the first time in seven months. I’m not a shut-in, and I’m not an agoraphobic. I am however afraid of zombies, and zombies are outside. Let

On what was the most anticipated day in my anatomy and physiology class I passed out. Twice. During the first half of the day, I slouched around my school, dragging my feet from class to class as I was convinced that I would not survive without any Advil. It only took me a few hours of being a whiny teenager to take into account the law of attraction, and I knew that if I simply pretended like I felt better, I would. I forced a few positive thoughts and convinced myself that I was not only healthy