Falling Asleep Uncontrollably Novels & Stories

Where did that passion go? Crystal’s face turned an embarrassing shade of red, and she said, “I didn’t do anything to you last night, did I, dear Professor Davis? I suffer from Sexsomnia. It is a medical condition that causes me to engage in sex acts while in NREM sleep. It is not something that I can help with!” “I guess you’ll never know what happened.” Nathan laughed, and then he asked her if she would have sex with him for Mr. Ford’s sake. Crystal sighed and said that she would.

The first thing that hit me was the low, constant hum, soft, almost unnoticeable, but everywhere. I wanted to pry my eyes open and figure out what was making it, but exhaustion weighed on me like a lead blanket. I couldn’t even twitch a finger. My mind barely registered the sound before I slipped back into a deep, dreamless sleep less than a minute later.

At some point between waiting and overthinking— I fell asleep.

I flopped down on the bed and forced my eyes to close. And, by some miracle, the impossible happened. I slept through the rest of the night into the next morning. For the first time in nearly 10 months, I slept more than eight hours, waking up rested, if not a bit groggy. No dreams. No random pangs of anxiety jolting me awake. No lingering sense of impending doom—just pure, unconscious sleep.

My body becomes shaky and nervousness swallows me whole. I know it's only been a week but it seems like it's been an eternity. Slipping into my bed I lay my head down and turn off the lamp. My brain goes haywire and worries and thoughts creep in. Is it just me or when you go to bed all you can do is think, you think about if you might have forgotten to do something or a song or something gets stuck in your head. And since you're going to bed the song is on replay and you can't fall asleep.

I wanted to know how well Zeus could show me love for the time being. I closed my eyes, hoping to drift off to sleep. However, an overwhelming sense of dread consumed me, making it impossible to relax. Despite my efforts, I remained wide awake for most of the night, tossing and turning in bed. The fear I felt was intense and palpable. When I finally managed to fall asleep, I was plagued by a terrifying nightmare that left me feeling shaken and disturbed.

When she turned around in his arm, his sleep started to fade away but before he could proceed, he felt a touch which jolted him up from his sleep. He was shocked too, not knowing how and when he fell asleep? Doesn't have a sleeping disorder and insomnia issues. Because whenever he closes his eyes, he gets those glimpses of his past and the past incidents replay in front of him as his nightmares. Then how did he fall asleep so peacefully? He remembered he was looking at her soft breathing and her eyes closed while her head resting against his chest.

Similarly, I know that my body always has a certain limit, I didn't expect to overcome it but the consequences are… My body has no strength to return to bed. I hope I can control my sleepiness. The echo is my moderate snoring, don't get me wrong, my snoring is real, it only happens when I'm too tired and stressed. I fell except on the chair, and the fall made me completely awake. At first, I looked around bewilderedly like a fallen child and needed to find an adult to cry for relief, and receive attention. Me too: U are heaven? What's that?" I put one hand on the armrest of the chair, and forcefully stood up on my own, drooling down my throat.

I fall asleep trying hard not to let my parents know how much their words affect me. How much they make me want to kill myself. I sleep tight for 2 hours. But, I hear sudden noises around me. I bury my face more in my pillow. I try to sleep more. I see faint image of a person. After some time I feel I am in the air and am about to fall. Unconsciously I clutch on what feels like the person's shirt. He pulls me closer. It raidiates warmth and feels safe. I snuggle closer into whatever it is. I don't know when but I feel like I am in a car moving but, the fragrance of the man makes me feel comfortable and I forget everything falling asleep again.

And in the back of my mind, a voice whispered that maybe just maybe I had already lost control of the situation. As I drifted into uneasy sleep, my mind filled with fragments of memories and thoughts that refused to settle. I had spent years mastering the art of controlling others, my environment, and most importantly, myself, but tonight, control seemed to slip through my fingers like sand.