Hows Your Sleep Answer Novels & Stories

I can't sleep! "I'm sorry, I didn't know that you felt bad." I told him. He turned his back on me now. "Oh, I'm sorry." I touched her shoulder. "I'm sorry." I said as if I was annoyed but he still didn't face me and he didn't speak. Is he asleep? is he asleep? Immediately?! How can he sleep in our situation?! Haler we are next to each other now? "Are you asleep?" What kind of question is that Ken. Of course, if he's already asleep, he won't be able to answer your question. Think too my god! "Yes, I'm asleep." ahh, that's right I'm already asleep sy-- what? Does sleep talk?

I answer him. Both look at me to get a few more answers, but I am not going to tell them anything. I have some research to do of my own and then I can give Daxton the answers he has been looking for. “Don’t worry, this is normal. If I am working on a case and I need answers, they usually come to me at night when I am asleep. It is like my brain can work better, while I am sleeping.” I tell them, before I peck both of them on the cheek and walk back into my bedroom.

Zack inquired, "Sure, am fine" 'Tara replied, "and why are you sleeping at these hours I know you that, you don't normally sleep at these hours of the day," Zack says, "do you have a problem with me sleeping at these hours?" 'Tara inquired, "I don't have any problem with you but I just want to know whether we have the same problem of drowsiness," Zack says, "I have told you, let's seek medical attention before it gets out of hand" 'Tara says,

Zack inquired, "Sure, am fine" 'Tara replied, "and why are you sleeping at these hours I know you that, you don't normally sleep at these hours of the day," Zack says, "do you have a problem with me sleeping at these hours?" 'Tara inquired, "I don't have any problem with you but I just want to know whether we have the same problem of drowsiness," Zack says, "I have told you, let's seek medical attention before it gets out of hand" 'Tara says,

“So what do they do about it? How do they cope?” “It varies from person to person. Some do exercise or fitness. Others take medication, try hypnosis, or use sleep aids and therapeutic meals. It really depends. Wait—why are you asking? Adriana, do you have insomnia?”

I huff, crossing my arms over my chest. He strolls over and takes his place in front of me. He is close enough that my body is trapped between him and the counter. I fight back the lump in my throat and maintain my composure as best as possible. “I don’t care that it is your house. You should be asleep. Why can’t you sleep?” “I don’t sleep well most nights, so it's no big deal.” I shrug. “Not getting enough sleep is not good for you, Aubrey.” He lectures.

We’d gone at it for what must’ve been hours, but whereas I was ready to pass out, he looked alert and awake as ever. “If by ‘tired’ you mean you wore me out, perhaps,” he said in an uncharacteristically teasing tone. “But if you’re asking whether I’m sleepy, no.” “How is that possible?” I mumbled into my pillow. “Insomnia, Sunshine. I sleep a few hours a night—if I’m lucky.”

“But why are you?” “Couldn’t sleep,” I admitted. “Are you sure I’m not keeping you awake? I can –” “Don’t worry. I always stay up late. I’m kind of a night owl.” “Okay.” That helped me feel a little better. “So why can’t you sleep?” he asked. When I didn’t answer right away, he added, “Can I guess?” “Go ahead.” It might be easier this way, without me having to say things aloud. If he could guess correctly, that was…

I decide to let my answer be honest rather than guarded. “I slept better than I have in a long time, though not perfectly. “ I hesitated. Then send it. After deliberate thought. I decide to ask him the same question. “Hope you slept good.” Immediately my phone beeps. A text from Darius. Darius admits. “I also slept better than usual” Then a notification comes in. “A rare occurrence for someone who has been struggling with persistent insomnia. My night was good.” I heaved a sigh of relief. I immediately connects this improvement.

Instead, she gave a small nod. “And physically?” she asked. “Any pain? Dizziness? Fatigue?” “My head still hurts,” I said quietly. My fingers rubbed against each other. “But it’s not too bad.” “Are you sleeping?” The question made my jaw tighten slightly. “Not really.” “How many hours would you say?” “I don’t know.” My gaze dropped to the carpet. “I just… lie there.” She wrote something quickly in her notebook. Then looked back up at me. “Are you eating?”