Don T Fall Asleep Novels & Stories

Coach is going to eat me up for breakfast and spit me right out if I dare to show up late and play like a fool. I remain on the bed, rolling my eyes at every moan, until I can’t take it anymore. I throw the covers off, swing my legs out of the bed and stand in nothing but my black boxer briefs. The bare floor sends chills up my feet as I stalk down the short hallway, the epitome of shamelessness following me every step of the way. The neighbors are probably getting a free audio book version of my roommate’s nighttime activities.

"Zach! Don't fall asleep! I won't yell at you anymore! I won't lock you up in the classroom anymore! Wake up!" He refused to let go of Charlie and held him tightly in his arms, getting tears and snot all over the poor student.

I planted a hand against his shoulder—firmly, though he barely budged—and pushed him back an inch. "First of all, step back. Second of all, a D-minus?" I stared at him, genuinely appalled. "How do you even get a D-minus in basic sociology? It's literally the study of human behavior. Do you just sit in class and stare at the wall?" "I sit in class and think about hockey," Lael corrected smoothly, completely unbothered by my judgment. "And sometimes I nap. But that’s where my brilliant new tutor comes in."

* I fall asleep with my phone on my chest. Hope blooming in the darkness. Tomorrow, everything changes. Tomorrow, I'll be brave. Tomorrow.

I close the app and turn the lamp off. I sleep, in the end, very well.

He groaned. "It's four in the fucking morning and I haven't gotten a wink of sleep despite having been working all day yesterday and I have tried literally everything to fall asleep," He grumbled in frustration, Nicole wrapping her arms across his chest and resting her chin on his shoulder. "I stopped coffee at 6, even took a warm bubble bath, tried working out to tire myself, did meditation and yoga, counted fucking sheep, and still I can't bring sleep to come,"

Tanya’s POV Falling asleep was a battle I completely lost . I’d tried … gods, I’d definitely tried. I’d changed into the softest night shirt I owned here, wrapped myself in the blanket Dante had left on my bed,I even closed my eyes and told my brain to stop thinking too much and just rest. But every time I got close to finally drifting off, I was immediately back in the training yard, the torchlight painting half his face in gold, the other half swallowed by the shadows.

In just over ten seconds, Charlotte had dozed off. Before she completely fell asleep, she didn't forget to say, "Hmm, you really are a good person!"

My eyelids felt heavy, and I thought it wouldn’t take long to fall asleep, so I fought the urge. I was reluctant to fall asleep because it felt peaceful to lie in Daxton’s arms. I also didn’t want him to leave as soon as I fell asleep. My thoughts were quiet, which was enough for me to relax. Now, I focused on Daxton’s steady breaths and the rhythm of his heartbeat.

Sullivan can't stop working because he could lose his mind. "Whoah! Easy there, buddy." Marvin almost fell first on the floor if Fred didn't catch him first. "I'm fine, Fred. I'm okay." Marvin tried to stand straight. "You're not okay, Det. Sullivan. You haven't slept at all." Nolan, the other police officer, said as he passed them by. "He's right, you know. Marvin, you need to sleep." "I can't sleep! That serial killer is still out there! My daughter died because of that serial killer! I cannot sleep!"