Hows Your Sleep Answer Novels & Stories

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.

she answered. His brows raised at her answer, “Are you really worried about me? Or is it you who would feel uneasy?” ‘Always so straightforward and direct, this man,’ she thought to herself. “I tend to toss and turn when I sleep and I’m not used to having someone sleeping next to me,” she said, feeling defeated. Acting like the bigger-person, he replied, “I don’t mind if you turn and land on me. Plus, you’ll be used to it soon when we sleep together more.”

“But I want to know if you’re feeling okay otherwise” “A little sicky but nothing I can’t handle”. I snuggled closer to his chest and fixed my eyes on the tv. I wasn’t paying attention but sometimes I liked the background noise to fall asleep to. “Have you been sick?”. He asked. I shook my head. “Are you in any pain?”. “No pain I’m just tired”. A chuckle fell from his lips. “Is that your way of telling me to shut the hell up and let you sleep?”.

What am I doing analysing this man's amazing facial features? "Sleep well?" He asked finally breaking the weird silence. "Yes. You?" "Not really?" "Oh sorry," I replied trying hard not to ask why but he tells me anyway. "I have insomnia so I couldn't sleep a wink." "You have what?" "Insomnia, you know, it's a thing you have that makes you have that keeps you awake when you should be sleeping." He sucks at explaining but I think I understand what he's saying. "Yeah, yeah I know sorry about that."

I started as I stepped closer to her, “there are better ways to tire yourself out.” “Really? Like what?” She asked, with interest. “Snacks,” “Okay, I was not expecting that,” She laughed. “Snacks?” “Trust me, nothing puts a person to sleep faster than raiding the kitchen in the middle of the night.” She tilted her head as she considered my offer, “And you know this because?” I chuckled, “Let's just say a man has guilty pleasures.” She laughed, clicking her tongue in a way that I found absolutely hot, “You know what? That sounds amazing.”

I say surprisingly. She blinks at me. “What’s up?” I asked. “Were you sleeping?” She answers me with a question. “No, I was watching some surfing videos. What’s wrong?” “Can we talk?” “Uhh… It’s kind of late. Can we have it tomorrow?” “I… can’t sleep.” I scratch the back of my head, “Um, well…. what do you want me to do about it?” “Can I sleep in here with you?”

Slept well? Ash: Yes Ash: What is that about dreaming of me? Olivia: I'm not replying until you ask back Ash: Sigh Ash: Did you sleep well Olivia: I can hear your deadpan tone from here Ash: Great, because it's accurate Olivia: And yes, I did, actually, woke up feeling like a mosquito smashed by a paper roll after waking up, but I slept well Olivia: Work has been hell, though, and I still have four hours to go after lunch

Then I looked at her. “Ma, please can I ask you a question?” She smiled gently. “You can ask me anything.” I swallowed. “There’s something I don’t understand.” She waited patiently. “What does putting someone to sleep mean?” The smile on her face disappeared. Her eyes went wide for a moment. I tilted my head. “And how do you put someone to sleep?” I asked honestly. “Is it like when parents make kids sleep?” She looked like she didn’t want to answer. But she did.

I reached home late in the evening and I was exhausted. I went straight to my bed and wanted to change my night clothes and retired for the day but when I lay down on my bed I didn't notice I fell asleep immediately. Ring, Ring, Ring... I jolted from my sleep and picked up the phone. "Hello", I answered with a sleepy voice. "B are you sleeping already? my best friend questioned. "Yes, but thanks to you I am all awake now, why did you call this late? I answered with a grumpy voice.

‘Are you awake? The reply came in under a minute. Yes. My heart kicked once, hard. ‘I can’t sleep’. Three dots appeared, disappeared. Then appeared again. ‘Work? You’re nervous about tomorrow,” he said. “A little.” “Then sleep. Don’t be. You’re competent.” The words landed heavier than praise. I looked down at my hands. Then I whispered to myself “Is that the only reason I can’t sleep?” I looked back at my phone and almost smiled at the screen. Of course that was his answer. Then I replied: ‘Sleep? I tried’.