Falling Asleep Uncontrollably Novels & Stories

Clark said pointing out his finger on the monitor and I smiled that it was normal. “Then give him, modafinil. He will wake up in no time.” I said with hope in my eyes. “That’s used for the disorder called, narcolepsy, where it’s difficult for the subject to control his sleep even during daytime. He doesn’t have any such disorder, he’s just sleeping.” He said again and scratched his head, probably seemed irritated from me. “Then-“ I spoke and he interrupted.

It had affected me alot. Why did we cross this line? Why did we have to give into our carnal desires? How will we recover from this? I want to do it again, and I can’t let myself understand why. There are too many emotions. Too many things going through my mind. I feel like I can’t breathe. I need to fall asleep. I was desperate to fall asleep. And it finally happened, for a few seconds my body really went into a deep sleep. Just a few seconds. Or at least it felt like that to me.

I couldn't sleep that night. I tried, lying flat on my back staring at the ceiling, but every time I closed my eyes the numbers came back, and behind the numbers, my mother's voice, and behind that, Priscilla's face pale against the hospital pillow. My body was exhausted. My mind wouldn't shut off long enough to let it matter. Around midnight I gave up and pulled on a hoodie and running shoes, figuring if I couldn't sleep I could at least burn off some of whatever was crawling under my skin.

I hear him reach for the lamp, but I stop him immediately. “Please, leave it on.” “Scared of the dark?” He teases, but I refuse to answer. I just shut my eyes tighter, praying sleep will come. It doesn’t. Normally, I fall asleep easily, but tonight the situation makes it impossible. For over five minutes, I lie there struggling, trying every trick I know to drift off. But nothing works. Then Raven’s low voice breaks the silence behind me. “What did you think about my suggestion earlier?” I stay still, pretending to be asleep, even though curiosity burns inside me. What suggestion is he talking about?

Instead, my back arched, sending my chest forward, and my feet sprawled in front of me, my heels pressed into the soft ground. The position was the least bit comfortable and five long days had since passed since I’d stood on my feet. Instead, I hung from a tall pole, arms stretched to my side, clothes soaked in sweat, the field around me bare and void of residence, the sun beating down on me. I could feel my throat squeeze with thirst and my stomach grumble and ache with undying hunger. The energy for much thought had left me a couple days ago, the sun sucking my energy from me and the moon steeling my sleep.

My eyes had literally began to close that very minute. No. That was not the right time to sleep. I could not sleep at that minute. What was wrong with me? I struggled continually to keep my eyelids open but it seemed like I had lost control of my entire body. I could not control my eyelids as it closed on its own no matter how hard to stay awake. It was a long battle between my eyelid and the sudden sleep but at the end, I surrendered to sleep.

I gulped a large sip, my eyes stuck at the table. “So, why don't you stop acting like this,” his voice was louder. Quinn sat silently between us. I didn't really know if he was aware of the matter between us. “I don't know, okay??? I am messed up. My head’s messed up. I can control the scenarios forming in my mind. I just can't. I can't sleep. I can't work properly,” my breath was harsh. I paused and cleared the lump in my throat. Both pairs of eyes were glued at me. And I didn't like the amount of pity in them.

I scroll through the images of tonight, trying to fall asleep. I go through a hundred images and articles about tonight before I give up on being bored to sleep. It’s nearly two and I can’t fall asleep yet, the only way that I can go to bed is if I turn my brain off. I’ve had plenty of these nights at home, and I had to sleep through the night because in the morning and afternoon, my nephews, nieces, and younger cousins would be running around the house making noise.

I couldn’t see his face, but if I had to guess, I would say he was more than likely smiling right now. I started to feel more exhausted but I blinked my eyelids in rapid succession trying to keep myself from falling asleep. It didn’t seem to be working through because a few seconds later I fell asleep. The all-familiar fall into a black abyss terrified me. It had always lead to the start of a nightmare and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t wake myself up. I just kept falling.

"You're losing control, King. Maybe you need a break." "Screw you," I say between gasps for breath. Exhausted, I walk to the wall, turn, and slide down until I land on my butt. I rub the scar on my cheek while melatonin floods my brain in reaction to more K-5 subsiding. Within a few minutes, I can evenly draw air into my lungs and human, post-shift laziness takes over. Finally, something easy to fight. I don't have time for sleep right now.