Short Story The Deep Sleep Essay

1677 words - 7 pages

When he first awoke from Deep Sleep it was to a startle. Not one of terror but of memory. He had not known he still remembered this time, when things were. The thoughts of Ella lying next to him. He had this vivid vision weave a tale of her rolling in slow motion from their bed to the floor. He remembered seeing her start to fall, she did this often amongst their nights and dreams. The precurssor to her sleep enduced leap to the cold tile floor was a motionless shifting he often refered to as the wiggle. She would start with her tushy, and then her thighs, followed by a slight shifting of her feet, overlapping them. That's when he knew Ella was about to roll sharply to her awaken. She always asked and he never told her, but that's how he knew how to catch her.
She would open her eyes just as she began to leave the bed, and his arm would embrace her waist, holding her from the nights surprise.
She would always roll back over and snuggle with him fresh afterward, comforted by the fact that he knew she was about to fall off the bed in her sleep. Her, the embreyo of his care, aware and patient to the needs of who he loved. There are moments that we all feel alive. These moments belonged to Ella and her other.
He likes these types of dreams. They help him remember what life was like when things made sense. Sense. Oh, where have you gone? To argue for a decimation of man for profitable war, unfearing the wrath of universal law, proves sense has abandoned mankind long before we bound the earth and it bound us. He did not make it this way, this man thought. It was not his choice. But I am bound to this rock near the sun as are you.
And a breath is all it would take to remove your binds. If mother earth sneezed you'd be gone.

His decontamination and examination went well. Healthy, weak as all ReGen's are, malnurished from the ameliorate process. Out of everyone who has returned to us, he was one of the best. Physically meak looking, but inwardly held the will and spirit to inspire organs to live forever. He was young, in his late 30's. Gritty and needed a shave. During the ReGeneration, facial hair continues to grow. Life doesn't stop just because nano-bacteria is discharging medical lasers at your brain tissue and repairing all that you were, you primate! He took the process well, despite the nausea, functioned better than most in the first 24 hours. He even kept down his first meal; a lot to consider since he had never had squirrel. A delicacy now. Either way he was fine and always considered himself a real trooper. He had a grandmother who was "healthy as a fiddle" so was said, died at age one hundred and thirteen. It must be Genetic, he thought.
It was the first time he had brushed his teeth since he had been back to life. The pain on his gums felt warm and he welcomed it. It affected his memories. They felt warm too. Like something familiar. Was he him? He stared into the mirror in front of him, gazing,...

Find Another Essay On Short Story- The Deep Sleep

The Batter: Short Story Essay

981 words - 4 pages Short Story With over a hundred hours of batting practice this season, Paul planted his feet firmly against the soft dirt. He took a deep breath and readied himself for the pitch. The ball bolted towards the strike zone, and Paul started his swing. He swung his bat with perfection. In his head, Paul knew it would be the best hit of the year. “Strike three!” The umpire hollered. It took Paul all but a second to realize that

Short Story - The Thud Essay

1682 words - 7 pages Short Story - The Thud The thud came again. Rose clicked the television on mute, straining her ear against the storm that splattered the roof with a mixture of rain and hail. The soft thump came from the basement, as though someone, or something, had knocked a book to the floor. Rose gripped the arms of the chair and cursed her husband for leaving her alone on a night like this, knowing she was fearful of storms

The Short Story, Paper

792 words - 3 pages Have you ever dreamt of your dream house? Have you ever wanted to invest in the stock market? Have you ever dreamt of winning a large sum of money in a short time? If so, I strongly advise you to read the short story ‘Paper’. In the story, Tay Soon and his wife dreamt of owning a big house so they tried their best to collect their money to buy it. As the stock market was growing interest at that time, they decided to invest some money in the

The Conflict in Short Story

728 words - 3 pages The Use of Conflict in Short Fictions     Conflict is an essential element of plot. It reflects the main character’s struggle in a story. Plot is developed based on the conflict. Therefore, a good story often contains one or more conflicts, which can lead the story from the exposition to the climax, and then the resolution. In addition, it is also a significant tool used by the writers to reflect the problems in real life. Writers     In “The

The Changover: A Short Story

1544 words - 7 pages . The words she said echoed in my ears for a long time. Her second bit of her responses weren't expected, but actually, I did have a feeling that... our friendship wouldn't last any longer. My trust in her was completely destroyed from that moment- like a glass jar plunged to the grounds, forever, and always... shattered. My lips trembled.. I thought I was primed for the break of our friendship, but somewhere deep inside my heart, it ached. I

Chekhov's short story, The Betrothed

1358 words - 5 pages Chekhov's short story, The Betrothed, is about a young woman who leaves home days before her wedding in search for a different life. The life of this heroin represents a larger liberation of women of the nineteenth century. To fully understand the evolution of women within Russian literature, it is necessary to compare The Betrothed to literature of the earlier part of the century. Karamzin's Poor Liza also illustrates the fate of a young woman

Short Story: Arthur The Usemite

3428 words - 14 pages ;", Hibocs forced a chuckle, "…forgive my masquerade before…but I am the last leader who can give orders…and I have two final orders for you…" "Oh anything for a friend…" I begged just to hear him speak just for a few more minutes, "…please tell me what must I do." "I order you to get the…the Holy Magofre…that lay deep inside…the Demon's lair." I exclaimed

Sleep Apnea- The Long And Short Term Effects Of Sleep Apnea

1847 words - 8 pages in which they do not get there comfortable nights sleep. By not getting enough sleep, a person will most likely not be able to handle the daily toils and tribulations of life.Sleep is a process that takes time to complete. It begins with stage one and goes to a deep sleep known as stage four. These stages are all during the time known as Non-REM sleep, or Non-Rapid Eye Movement sleep. The first stage is a very light sleep with relaxed muscles

John Steinbeck’s Short Story, The Chrysanthemums

1187 words - 5 pages Chrysanthemums She was wearing “a man’s black hat…clod-hopper shoes, heavy leather gloves” and “a big corduroy apron” doing her best to cover up her femininity. In John Steinbeck’s short story, “The Chrysanthemums”, we are introduced to Elisa Allen. Elisa is living during a period after the Great Depression when women’s rights issues were becoming a topic of public concern. Steinbeck uses the character Elisa Allen to portray the

Colonialism in the Literary Short Story

1079 words - 4 pages The idea of heritage and tradition in the modern world has become an idea of importance to both the indigenous peoples and the descendants of the European colonists who attempted to Westernize the lands they discovered and the people in them. This idea has taken numerous forms in recent years and not-so-recent years. One form it has been examined in is the literary short story. Thomas King’s “One Good Story, That One” and Chinua Achebe’s “Dead

Analysis of the short-story "Integration"

1303 words - 5 pages Essay of the short-story "Integration"A) ResumeThe narrator of the short-story "Integration" is John, an Indian man who looks back at his younger life. In the beginning he imagines his birth. He is not sure of his mother's exact origins, but she is from one out of several Indian tribes in the USA. She is a beautiful girl and very young when she is giving birth to John. Right after his birth he is being fetched by a helicopter and flown to a rich

Similar Essays

Miles To Go Before I Sleep (Creative Short Story)

1530 words - 6 pages She lies there in her beautifully carved mahogany box, as still as a butterfly frozen in ice. She has lost her physical beauty. Her cheeks are pale - not so much of a tint of pink is visible, her lips are cracked and deep dark purple - the subtle bright red has long gone and her closed eyes sit in the middle of sunken black rings. I cover my face with my palms and close my eyes. I try to push that image out of my mind and attempt to replace the

Response To Lois Tilden's "Sleep, My Little One." A Response To A Short Science Fiction Story About A World That Never Sleeps Literally And The Probility Of Such A Future

517 words - 2 pages "Sleep, My Little One" is a science fiction story that has the same general prediction as many speculative and science fiction stories; the degradation of the quality of life. This story, however, focuses on a much overlooked luxury: sleep. In "Sleep, My Little One," Lois Tilden predicts a day when science has found a way to end a need for sleep. Instead of sleeping for eight hours, all that is needed is a thirty minute relaxation exercise

The Banquet Short Story Essay

2052 words - 8 pages The Banquet- Short Story It was at a banquet in London in honor of one of the two or three conspicuously illustrious English military names of this generation. For reasons which will presently appear, I will withhold his real name and titles, and call him Lieutenant General Lord Arthur Scoresby, V.C., K.C.B., etc., etc., etc. What a fascination there is in a renowned name! There sat the man, in

The Assassin Short Story Essay

939 words - 4 pages The Assassin - Short Story He just lay there, on the wet ground, for hours. He looked as though he was just casually waiting and that it was perfectly normal to lie on the ground. After a few hours it started to rain heavily, though this did not discourage him in the slightest as he just carried on lying there, looking comfortable and content. Once in a while a car would drive along the lonely road and the people