How Was Your Sleep Funny Answer Novels & Stories

She giggled and kissed my chest. "That was hilarious," I chuckled. "But shocking for me. Anyway, can you hold me like this while I sleep?" She asked with a yawn coming out of her mouth. "You just woke up from an eight-hour sleep," I said in awe. "No, I woke up an hour ago from an eight-hour sleep. I feel tired again," She said while yawning again, and I chuckled; maybe traveling gave her the best sleep of her life, or maybe we made out a lot that she was tired already.

"What?" "Nothing, it's just that you always say that to me." "Really?" I nod. "You always made fun of how much I talked in my sleep and how much of a bad sleeper I am." "Well, you are. I mean, just look at the space you left for me and still you were on top of me." I gave him a playful slap and a small smile. “Hungry?" "Actually, I have to go. I have something I need to take care of."

Damnit, not living with my parents is making me real weak at making excuses. “Then come in.” He grabs my forearm and pulls me in. “I’m not really looking for se-” I had only begun my sentence before he climbed into bed and fell dead asleep. I cover my mouth with my hand, trying to control both my embarrassment and laughter. What the fuck just happened? I laugh silently, my hand still clamped over my mouth. At least I wasn’t scared anymore. I had forgotten that I even had such a dream, looking at him. How does he sleep so much? Do demons really need to sleep a lot maybe?

Dawn Turner Sleep. Sleep is underrated. Everyone always talks about how fun staying up late is and how night time is the best time to have fun. I understand this but hear me out; have you ever been so sleep deprived for days, almost on the verge of breaking down with how exhausted you were both mentally and physically, and then had one long and good night of sleep? It’s like watching a sad movie for 2 hours while building up sadness and anxiety in you and then witnessing a happy ending that takes all the sadness away. It’s freeing.

Nous sommes calmes. (I am calm. You are calm. We are calm.) "I just find it hard to sleep with all the excitement." Sarcasm was a sneaky bitch who often got the best of me. "I wasn't aware my guest room contained such great entertainment." His eyes glinted. "Well... aside from what I left for you to watch at least. I know it's good TV, but you should explore and try a sitcom every once in a while."

“What’s so funny?” He shrugged casually, a playful grin still on his lips. “Nothing. I just thought maybe that’s your way of saying you want to sleep in my room more often. Is that it, huh?” I rolled my eyes. “I know exactly what you’re thinking. You’re disgusting,” I scoffed, shaking my head. “Maybe your bed’s just softer, or your room smells better, that’s why I didn’t throw up. Don’t flatter yourself.” “Hmm, then why don’t you just sleep with me?”

My childhood has never been boring. “You’re quite brave then. I like it,” he commented. I proudly nodded my head and smiled widely. “I’m so drunk, I wanted to sleep,” I murmured and yawned, then giggled again. Even though I’m so sleepy, I still manage to laugh. Damn, what’s wrong with me. He tapped my shoulder, “Sleep now, then,” he murmured. I slowly nodded and closed my eyes. “Good night, Marcus.” He hummed. “Goodnight, Sofia.”

After a long stare, I chuckled. He was obviously joking. Sleepover? With a boy? My chuckle turned into a crazy laughter, my arms shaking as a result of it. In fact, I didn't know when I slapped his chest. "What a joker you are," I commented. "Joker?" He sounded puzzled. I stopped laughing, took a deep sigh before gazing at him. "I didn't know you were this funny. A sleepover?" "Um, yep?" He twitched an eyebrow. "Do you think I'm joking? Is that a big deal?"

Could not believe this. Yeah hahaha I guess you need to sleep. I asked him this conversation were getting so awkward I need to end this call. No! I'm okay ahmm how about you? Will you going to sleep now? He really asked this question. What can I respond to him. Okay I will tell him I am going to sleep, but I love talking to him more. Maybe more minutes. Ahmm no I'm not sleeping, ah ahhmmm I mean I am not sleepy. I said hooh that was too close. I thought my embarrassing day was already ended but I guess no it's still happening.

They just have the same name, almost have the same face, but she's not Lucky. "How about you? Can't sleep, too?" she asks me. I nodded at her. "When you can't asleep, try to imagine some scenarios in your head. I'm sure, you won't notice that you've fallen asleep," she laughed and I was stunned for a while when she said that to me. My eyes widened and she stopped laughing and looked at me. "Sorry... did I say something wrong?" "How did you know that?" I asked her about it. She didn't respond immediately.