But Does He Know You Call Me When He Sleeps Novels & Stories

“Don’t overlook a single detail.” “Yes, Benjamin.” After hanging up, Benjamin quietly went upstairs. I was already asleep in the master bedroom, breathing softly. He stood there for a moment, watching, then gently closed the door. In the study, he ordered dinner delivered. But before long, my phone rang shrilly. I startled awake, groaning in annoyance. Reaching for it, I saw the caller ID. Calvin. I answered curtly, my voice still thick with sleep. “Hello?” On the other end, Calvin sounded incredulous. “Why are you always sleeping? Every time I call, you’re asleep. How do you even manage that?”

Now I was sure that they were hiding something from me. I decided to let it go, and then layed back down to sleep. My phone rang again when sleep just came, I pushed the phone away and went back to sleep, but it kept on ringing. I picked up the phone and also picked the call not looking at the caller ID "what is wrong with you? can't you see I'm trying to sleep?" "hey cous, it's me" I hissed. "I'm sorry if I woke you up, I just wanted to check if you are in for a party, we are all going"

“Hm. Yes, I’m listening. I won’t even ask what you’re doing, you already explained everything.” I pouted a little. Then I remembered the real question: why was he calling at midnight? I sat down before speaking again. “You called this late? It’s already twelve. You’re still not asleep?” I asked, worry filling my voice. Ever since that nightmare he had, he’d been struggling to sleep—especially when I wasn’t beside him. I couldn’t help but worry about him. Even if he still looked handsome despite the lack of sleep, he would be so much better off getting proper rest.

I could tell from how teasing his tone was. “I didn't.” Yawning, I leaned on the headboard. “Why did you call so early in the morning? Are the kids disturbing?” I yawned once more, barely keeping my eyes open. Even though I wanted to speak to him, I still needed to sleep. It was early, as I pointed out earlier. Whatever reason he had to call needs to be something urgent. Else, I wouldn't let him have any peace. “I have something for you.” He sounded conspiratorial like he had some tricks up his sleeves. “You will love this, Nova, I promise.”

What if he's asleep and I'll be disturbing his good sleep? After minutes of thinking about it, I hit the send button and cringed as the message got delivered. Five minutes later, he replied, "No, I'm still wide awake. Can't sleep" "Me too," "Can I call you?" "If you want to," The next minute, my phone started ringing. "Hey," he breathed out "Hey Andro," I called out. "Why can't you sleep, Printsessa?" My heart fluttered at his new endearment and I loved the way it sounded on his lips.

I set the table and after dinner I cleaned up and put the dishes on the dishwasher. I'm​ trying to sleep, but I'm​ just not falling asleep. I called him. "What's up?" He answered the call. "I can't sleep." "Why? Are you sick or something?" "No. I don't know what it's going on..." "I'll come over." And hang up the phone. "Wait. What?" I say to myself. Literally two minutes later I hear something at my bedroom window and pull it open. He climbed up the tree and is waiting for me to back up to jump to my window. This time he made almost no noise at all.

Her eyes widened as she saw her screen: "Playboy is calling." Her shocked expressions turn soft, she clears her throat with a smile, and she receives the call. "Hello!" She sounded so soft. "Haven't you slept yet?" "Oh, sorry, I forgot – you sleep between one and two at midnight." He muttered before she opened her mouth to reply. "Today, I could not sleep because of you." She replied. "Because of me, what have I done?" He asked. "Am I troubling you now by appearing in your dreams?" He teased, climbing over onto his bed.

"He's just fast asleep. He's always had this issue since he was a kid. He would never wake up once he fell asleep." Dad then got up and cornered Dr. Pearson. "You doctors just like exaggerating and sensationalizing the severity of illnesses to rip off poor, innocent families. Don't think I don't know that."

“Yes, what did you call me for?’ he rubbed his eyes and stared at Chris like a drunk man that was out for blood as his eyes had gotten darker and redder than before. “Are you not sleeping well?” Chris saw the dark circle under his eyes and asked with a concern. Although he was not the one to talk but seeing as to he was getting all these despite being this healthy, he knew it was indeed because of lack of sleep. “You.. you called the Techincal department right?” He watched the man as he waited for him to get sober from the sleep. The addiction to sleep from the mid day meal was a true fact after all. Kim felt like laying down on the sofa to complete his dream but right before he was about to

“He is likely just very busy at work. He has a lot of responsibilities, you know. But don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll come home as soon as he can." I nodded, but I wasn’t convinced. Why hadn’t he called? I spent most of my time sitting in the living room, trying to distract myself by watching TV. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep on the sofa, the sound of the television fading into the background as I slipped into a restless dream. In my dream, I heard his voice. Cold. Sharp. "Get up." The command made me flinch. Even in my dream, he was terrifying. I groaned, curling up tighter against the pillows.