Hows Your Sleep Answer Novels & Stories

There was no room for either one of our pasts to rear their ugly heads. My eyes roamed his face. He looked refreshed, like he had ten hours of sleep behind him. “I don’t sleep much,” he answered. “Insomnia.” My heartbeat was back to normal and I found myself relaxing. “That’s not good,” I leaned against him, his arms around me. I pressed my cheek against his chest, his steady, strong heartbeat thumping under my ear and I found it oddly soothing. “You should try some relaxing techniques,” I murmured against his chest. “Maybe yoga.”

"Too quiet around here for you?" "Yeah, maybe." He adjusted his hat and stopped walking to face her. Head down, he set his hands on his hips. "I'm going to be honest with you. I don't sleep much, not for long stretches, anyway. I tend to wake suddenly and..." He closed his eyes, jaw tense. Her stomach bottomed out. "From nightmares?"

“I’m here to help you, my boy. I need you to be honest with me and tell me if you are experiencing any.” “Well, umm.” Damon paused in deep thought for a moment, “There was something. I think. I’m not sure.” “What is it?” “Lately I have been having trouble sleeping at night and I wake up all sweaty, feels like I need to be somewhere else. Do you think it’s connected?”

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?”

Sometimes he is so sweet, sometimes I hardly understand him. My heartbeat slows down to a regular pattern, my mind becomes empty and I fall into a dreamless sleep. "Oomph" I moan involuntarily, stretching my body and rubbing my bump afterwards. "Good morning, how was your night?". Gregory asks me. I yawn before I could answer, my eyes are still shut.

I can see by his expression that he's feeling something before he looks away. “Anyway, how are you feeling right now?” he asked, lighting up the atmosphere. “I-i’m fine.” I said, smiling a little, “How long was I asleep?” I asked him. “About two hours had passed. I grow concerned when you suddenly collapsed, though. What could have possibly been the cause of all this? Was it a lack of nutrition? Stress or fatigue from overworking yourself?”

"How was your sleep?" She didn't reply right away. Instead, she twisted her body to get rid of the stiffness before snuggling into my arms again. Only then did she respond to my greetings. "Good morning, Zurin. I think I was not dreaming last night, so it was a good rest. I feel my body refresh." She inhaled deeply as if supplying her lungs with my scent before continuing to speak. "How about you?" "Hm." I hummed, thinking while stealing a second to land a kiss on top of her head. "I think it was the same here. I didn't dream either. It is probably because of the wave sound. I hear it is good for sleep."

I snort, folding my arms across my chest. “Really?” Hades asks, finally penetrating my gaze. I curse at myself for letting him break that barrier easily. “And just how long have you been sleeping?” he asks, studying me crucially. “Little devil,” he warns. I gulp, trying to keep my composure.“Honestly, same as before. I have a shitty sleeping schedule.” “Little devil,” he warns once again, this time his tone firm. “Fine, I get about five hours of sleep a day.”

was my next question, which earned me a shrug of her shoulders. "I don't sleep. I'm lucky if I get 2/3 hours a night," she says. "Why?" God, I feel like I'm doing a round of 20 questions tonight. "Insomnia" is all she says, not even sparing me a glance. I lean out, and I give her a side hug. She stiffens for a moment, but then I feel her relax and hug me back. It's a good feeling to hold someone, and I will admit to that.

“How are you feeling? You tossed and turned a lot last night.” “Did I?” I asked, surprised. I didn’t feel like I had a bad night of sleep, nor did I remember having bad dreams, but maybe my subconscious was still taking in everything that happened while my body crashed with exhaustion. “I honestly didn’t feel it. I slept like a rock.”