I Hear You Talking In Your Sleep Novels & Stories

she opened her eyes so fast like a new born baby who heard the slightest noise When she met my gaze..she blinked her eyes repeatedly trying to force the sleep away. "You're sleepy don't fight it back..you should sleep now" i said about to jake her "I'm.. not sleepy" she sleep talked with her eyes open and i furrowed my brows "You're litterally sleep talking right now..and you say you're not sleepy!" i said and she blinked opening her eyes wide "Uhh..i meant..I'm not leaving you here alone." She said

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.

I sighed, expending every ounce of energy I had left. “Why did you sleep on the ground? And who exactly were you talking to?” “Oh,” I looked down at myself. “I must have fallen asleep right here and gotten caught in a dream. Do you remember what I was saying?” I desperately wanted to gauge how much of my internal stupidity he had been able to overhear. He let out a low chuckle. “Nothing much, honestly. You were just saying a bunch of words that didn't make any sense. You kept jittering and flinching up. I almost thought you were faking it for me.”

"Maybe it also hands out free hallucinations." "You talk in your sleep." Lila's sleepy voice drifted across the room. I nearly jumped out of my skin. She was still wrapped in her blanket like a burrito, only one eye open. "I wasn't talking." "You were." "I was thinking." "You think out loud." "I refuse to believe that." "You also snore." "I absolutely do not." She yawned dramatically. "You sounded like a dying goat." I grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at her. She caught it effortlessly.

I had made tea, he had changed into sweats, and now we were curled under the blankets on the couch, a soft record playing in the background. Kian was resting his head against a cushion, eyes closed, his breathing slow. I watched him quietly for a moment. His chest rose and fell with an almost steady rhythm, but I could tell he wasn’t quite asleep. He was trying. But his body held tension like a memory waiting to break the surface. "You used to talk in your sleep," I murmured, my fingers lightly brushing over his hand. He cracked an eye open. "Do I still?" "Not yet. But I wouldn’t be surprised. You used to dream about work, stocks, shipping schedules. It drove me insane."

Rolling her eyes at me and brushing her hair off her face. I gave up on trying so hard to sleep. And I just continued to look at the ceiling. And that was when I heard her voice. “Nolan?” I turned. She was standing by the couch, rubbing her eyes sleepily. “You okay?” I asked. She nodded. “I thought I heard you talking.” I blinked. “Talking?” “Yeah,” she said, voice soft. “You were saying my name.” My heart stopped. “What?” She smiled a little. “You talk in your sleep, apparently.”

I lay in bed listening to the sounds of the night until sleep takes me away. I'm trapped in a dream about Romeo when the sounds of gun fire ring through. The sound of shouting and yelling fill the air. More gun shots. My heart pounds as I'm stuck in that in between state of consciousness and sleep. I hear the sounds of hurried footsteps climbing the stairs. My eyes finally open and panic floods me; as the noise registers in my mind.

“I’d say you’re wrong. I’m a restless sleeper.” He scratches his left eyebrow. “I know—” “Did you say I talked?” I interrupt abruptly when my mind catches up to his full statement. “I don’t talk in my sleep.” Jude chuckles. “How would you know, Jo? You’re always asleep when it happens.” “I don’t, you’re making that up.” He holds up a finger. “Actually, I now remember. That first night, you were talking, but it was all gibberish. But the next night I could hear you just fine. Do you want to know what you were saying?”

Not caring much about the things happening at home. . I have always had the habit of mumbling, or sleep-talking whenever I had a bad fever. That time, my mother was accompanying me sleeping. When I woke up, my mother told me that I was mumbling some things when I slept. It was along the lines of : . "Get that girl out of the house." "If Mamma knows, we would all be dead." "Mamma will kill us all." "Papa, get that whore out of the house." I was shocked, and I looked her dead in the eyes. As she asked me, the only answer I could give her was,

I must have drifted off, because when I woke again I was in a sexy nightgown and breakfast was already laid out on a table beside me. "Did you remove my clothes?" I ran my hand over my body. "Had to, all the drool and snot. Didn't want to ruin the dress." He joked. I threw a pillow at him. "I don't drool." "A little, but it's cute. You sometimes talk in your sleep as well." "I don't." "You do. The first time I heard you, you said 'they're coming.' Scared the shit out of me, thought of calling an exorcist that night."