Hows Your Sleep Answer Novels & Stories

“Did you have a poor rest last night? Why do you have dark circles under your eyes?” her colleague asked her in a concerned tone. Sharon bit her lip and laughed drily. “I only sleep well in my own bed, so I didn’t really sleep well last night,” she said.

she asked with her head raised. "How was your sleep. I must say you're talented. You're the best... seriously."he was laughing. "Talented. What do you mean." "You're very good at snoring. No one can do it better than you."he was looking for trouble. "Me. Snoring! Never." "So no one has ever told you that. Do you think I'm lying. And why would I lie to you anyway." "I don't know what you intend to win after spoiling my mood. But don't worry because it's not that simple as it looks to be.

“Sleep is essential for quicker healing.” “No.” I rush out. He arches a brow and tilts his head, assessing me as I look away and clear my throat. “I’m not that tired.” “You a dead on your feet, pet.” He whispers. I shake my head. “No, really. I am fine.” I say, a yawn betraying me as he chuckles. “What do you need so you can sleep?” he asks. Maybe it’s the sincerity of his words, the way he says it with such ease like he can cure this, like he can fix my brain so I can sleep.

He asked, tilting his head and once again my face went up in flames. How does he do it? Why is it so easy for him to fluster me? “Do you not like to cuddle after sex?” He asked bluntly. “No, no, it's not like that. I actually do love it, I'm just used to waking up and realizing I'm the only one on the bed.” I confess. “Well I'm not Zane so that will have to change. How was your night? Did you sleep well?” I didn't even realize when I slept last night. I just dozed off while a few random things crossed my mind. And to be honest, it's the best sleep I've had in a very long time.

“I sleep fine.” “Liar.”

"He's just fast asleep. He's always had this issue since he was a kid. He would never wake up once he fell asleep." Dad then got up and cornered Dr. Pearson. "You doctors just like exaggerating and sensationalizing the severity of illnesses to rip off poor, innocent families. Don't think I don't know that."

She whispered lightly, still not meeting his eyes. "What about you? Why aren't you sleeping?" She asked him, finally having the courage to look into his eyes. He smiled to finally have her look at him. "I don't sleep." She frowned at his response. "What?" She asked, confused. "I can't sleep. Sleep doesn't come to me." He responded again. "Why?" Worry swelled in her eyes. "I'm an insomniac," he replied, chuckling at her cute pout. "Then what do you do all night?"

Anxious to know the answer, I finally mustered the courage to ask, "Where will I sleep tonight?" Surprisingly, he promptly responded, informing me that I would be sleeping in his room. Excitement bubbled up within me, but instead of jumping or expressing it outright, I positioned myself in front of him and offered a wide smile. Curious, he questioned, "What's with the smile?"

I cock a brow. "I'm a light sleeper." "Lies. You're always leaning against the headboard or out of the room whenever I wake up. Tell me why you're always up before me" "I sleep for a few hours or minutes through the night. I have something called insomnia. You're a healer, so you probably know what it is," he smirks.

LUCIANA : good morning Ares ARES : how was your sleep? She replies quickly. LUCIANA : it was good and yours? How do I tell her that I can't sleep, and when I do I'm haunted my monsters or that I have been diagnosed with insomnia and whenever I close my eyes if it isn't the monsters I am dreaming about its her that appears in my dreams so instead I reply with something more mediocre. ARES: it was good as well. Soo coffee?