How Was Your Sleep Funny Answer Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes and felt her sit beside me. "It's already 9:37 a.m, my dear. Why didn’t you sleep well? What did you do last night?" She asked and I didn't answer. "Oh my gosh! Don’t tell me, you hooked up with someone?" She asked. That was unexpected so I threw the pillow at her. "Stop that!" I hissed but she just burst out in laughter. Now that awakened my sleeping soul. "I was just kiddiing." “Are you aware that you shouldn’t make fun of people who just woke up?”

You told me you did too. Ethel curls his lips as if trying to control his laugh. And when he couldn’t resist, he lets it out. What’s so funny? I think. ‘’Yes my sister. He says, still giggling. ‘’Mortals do have sleep. But it’s not only when you’re tired. Some sleep even simply. It’s funny the way you say it.’’ ‘’What an odd thing is it to do simply I wonder. And what is so funny about the way I say it? I said the way you told me.’’ Now I looked like a fool in front of Ethel.

“Just say that I didn’t sleep in my room, or I slept at someone else’s house.” “Whatever, it’s the same.” I playfully threw a napkin at him. “But to answer your question, yes, she’s fine with that. I told him we were studying and I got so tired that I fell asleep. And besides, unlike you, Blake lives with his parents so my mom knows that we won’t… you know.” “Actually, I don’t know.” He smirked at me. “Oh my God, stop!” This time, I threw tissues at him, and he was laughing so hard at me. “Oh, you are enjoying this, huh?” I can’t help but laugh too. His laugh is contagious!

My legs sticking to the seat in an uncomfortable sweat. "Where are we?" I ask, half asleep, the sun blinding me to the point I can barely open my eyes. "Here," he replies. "And, by the way," I look his way. "You fart in your sleep," he smiles and I panic. "You were probably smelling your socks, I don't fart," I retort seriously. He chuckles, sitting up straighter in his seat. "My socks?" he asks confused. "Yeah, don't men have stinky feet?"

he remarked and I almost laughed. “What? So you can’t sleep without sex?” “I didn’t say I do it every night, you judgemental woman.” I bit my lip to suppress my laugh. I didn’t know that a sensual conversation could be this funny. Let alone I’m having this conversation with him.

How many hours did I sleep? “Sorry, it’s verry comfortable here to sleep.” I greeted Jeoff and secretly looked at his wristwatch. 12:56 pm. That’s only mean I sleep good for… I count in my fingers. “What kind of silliness are you doing Lily?” Jeoff remarks. At last he said something. “I sleep only for twelve minutes?!” “Oh. Did you fall sleep? I thought you make your body bait to me. It won’t do something in me Lily. I can’t fall on that easily.” What he is talking about?

"So,Didn't Miss Dean sleep well at night?Huh?How come you sleep in my class today?" I looked around me and thought for a second ..then an idea strucked my mind.I was thinking about using the same technique as Dylan. "Well,Mrs Andrea,your voice is so sweet,just like a gentle and soft lullaby..that's why i'm getting asleep.. " Everyone laughed.Some just jump off their chair and fall to the ground and laughed out loud.Mrs Andrea didn't find it funny at all and she crossed her arms instead. "Then why the other students are not

My fingers curled into my arms, gripping myself like that might keep me from reaching for him. Christian tilted his head toward me. “So,” he said, casual. “Why are you up?” I rolled my eyes. “Couldn’t sleep. Blame the billionaire mattress.” His grin widened. “Yeah, they’re terrible. Way too comfortable.” Without thinking, I blurted, “Your laugh is contagious.” The words slipped out before my brain could stop them. His laughter stuttered. “My what?” I froze. “I—” I cleared my throat. “I meant—”

My mood changed drastically and Sebastian noticed this. He asked what was wrong with me and I didn't know if it was a good idea to tell him what was happening to me. -It's hard to explain. -You didn't sleep very well, did you? -Is it that noticeable? -Why can't you sleep, is something bothering you? -No, it's just that I can't get to sleep. -But I can tell you're tired, tell me what's wrong. -It's hard to explain. -I know I shouldn't interfere but it's wrong that you don't sleep, you're affecting your health.

Rachel said. I giggled and replied to her. "Well, sorry to disappoint you, I didn't sleep on the highway, neither did I sleep in a dark, quiet alley." I giggled. My eyes began to open widely, I was no longer feeling sleepy like the way I felt when she called. "So, where did you sleep? A hotel?" She asked with sarcasm. "Of course. A very nice hotel and the best there could ever be, it is called home." I said with a smile.