I Hate Sleeping Alone Novels & Stories

she said, closing her eyes. I had no idea if it did or not. Sleeping indoors was rare for me, I hadn’t since last winter. I liked the stars, the wonder of the sky and what’s out there. But really, my mind needed to constantly be weary of what likely was out there. I got by on very little sleep. “I know you like being isolated but I don’t do well being alone. We’re going to have to compromise somehow,” she said, and I huffed. I had the feeling there were going to be a lot of changes coming I wouldn’t be happy with, and I didn’t do well feeling useless.

Mom Excited, I start to shuffle through everything, planning how I can situate it on the small desk I have in the corner of my room. * * * The nights in here, by myself, are the worst. This bed is so empty without Dalton. Which is odd, considering we spent so much time apart the last few months. I thought I'd become accustomed to sleeping without him. Most nights I craved the loneliness, I reveled in it, because it felt like I deserved it. But now I'm slowly learning I deserve love and I'm learning to write out all my feelings. It's still hard for me to say them, but writing them out has been even more therapeutic. Cathartic even.

Caroline said. “I know Caro but, this is my mate I’m talking about. I’ve been too long without him and I refuse to allow some human bitch to best me." I replied. "If she wants him, then she’s going to have to get through me first. For years I’ve been alone and I’m tired. I know that everyone thinks I’m strong and have handled not having a mate. The truth is I’m lonely, Caroline. I hate going to bed by myself. It’s a horrible feeling” I explained.

But I told him it wasn't just the pain, an idea coming to mind right then. He asked what it was about, and I explained that it was the thought of the empty apartment and having to live alone. “I am scared, Levi. Every time I close my eyes, I see that man trying to keep me from getting out of the car. And my eyes open again, and I can't fall asleep. I'm scared of being alone, and I don't have anyone."

MASON * * I low-key realized I had buried myself in work far more than I can imagine. You know it's bad when Martins starts telling you to take a day off. But I can't. I haven't slept alone since the break-up. I either stay at work and work all night or I party all night or I go to a friend's place and just crash there or ensure I'm fucking someone overnight.. I can't sleep alone because I'm too scared to live alone.

Sade I was feeling the loneliness. Living alone had been fun and new at first, but it quickly got old. I didn’t think I was cut out to be alone. I was bored. Every night I sat on my couch, flipping through channels and texting Trent—assuming he was able to text. I talked to myself—a lot. Probably more than was healthy. I ate alone. I did everything alone.

I would have loved to tell her about my kiss and everything that has happened afterwards and how I feel about the whole situation. But I knew my mum and I knew how she would react to such things so I kept it to myself. I had no one to talk to and I felt so bad about it. It reminded me of a song Lonely by Akon "Lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely I have nobody for my own Oh, I'm so lonely I'm Mr. Lonely I have nobody for my own Oh, I'm so lonely" I sighed as I turned and rolled on my bed. I could not sleep. I was not happy and they were also not yet back and I was not taking it lightly where could they have possibly gone to.

Maybe I'm not cut out for this, maybe I'm just meant to be alone and have a booty call here and there. But that's not true. I know it's not true. If there's something I know about myself, it's that I truly want to share my life with a partner. I'd give up anything in the world for my son, but I'm tired. Tired of being alone, tired of not having anyone to discuss problems with, tired of not having someone to share my day with, and really fucking tired of my bed being empty.

I didn’t know that walking here is dangerous too. The sound of the crickets centered my attention while lying on bed, trying to sleep. My eyes are closed and my body is on a comfortable position on bed but I can’t sleep because of worry. I’m afraid to sleep but I need rest. The silence, the loneliness and the feeling of being alone is killing me. I deserve it—no—I don’t deserve a life like this.

Live. After I washed and dried my hair, I put on my old shaggy robe and settled into my room. Mom still wasn't home, so I buried myself under the covers, turned on the light, and probably decided to try to sleep. Maybe it will work out this time. Maybe this time I won't be staring at the ceiling most of the night because I miss someone and I don't want to sleep alone. I can't sleep alone, dammit. I was already on the edge again. To hell with it.