Insomnia Memes Novels & Stories

CADEN The issue was that those memories weren’t just dreams; they were my past I deliberately immersed myself in while awake. Last night marked the second time in eight years that I slept peacefully. I force myself to remember these memories as part of a daily ritual, knowing that similar experiences will haunt my dreams and disrupt my peace. It’s become embarrassing to sleep next to anyone, terrified I might shit myself in my sleep. So, I opt for the solitude and safety of my own room, where no one will know how fucked up I am.

He knew damn well how he was racking my nerves, and he was enjoying it. The insomnia dated from that very first day I had found him working at the ranch. The Texas nights were so hot and so humid that under normal circumstances it was difficult to sleep. But nothing was normal now. Images I did not welcome taunted my, teased my. Images of Julian demanding blackmail money, images of his hard body in his tight jeans, his torso naked and slick and wet. Images of his mouth. I would toss and turn, the damp sheets twisting around my, my body consumed with its own blazing heat.

chapter two ‘It’s time. Come, quickly... I need you!’ The words followed him, up out of unconsciousness as he was roused from his precious sleep. Precious, for him especially as an insomniac. The time he spent in a dream state—especially these days—was few and far between, and he resented anything that interrupted it.

It sounds almost vulnerable. I stare up at him, my grip on the blanket loosening just a fraction as a memory surfaces. “A nightmare…” I murmur, looking closely at the weariness etched into his features. “You told me once before... that you suffer from insomnia. That you rarely sleep. And that Katniss, your fiancée, gives you a tonic that helps you sleep every night.” Sven lets out a dry, bitter breath that sounds almost like a laugh, though there is no humor in it. He stands at the foot of the bed, looking down at me with an unreadable expression. “Is this you being jealous?”

I swung my feet a little under the seat, light and free. For a few seconds it felt like being ten again: no bills, no threats, no heavy history. Just pure, stupid happiness. That feeling stuck with me all the way through landing. I wanted to bottle it and keep it forever. Jaxen POV Insomnia had its claws in deep. I couldn’t remember the last full night of sleep. Melatonin, the strong pills, even the herbal mix my mom brought back from the pack healer—none of it stuck for long. The meds knocked me out, sure, but I always jerked awake a couple of hours later, body heavy and mind worse than if I’d just stayed up.

And now, the internet was having a fucking field day. Noah stopped pacing, long enough to grab his phone again, thumbs flying over the screen as he scanned the endless floods of comments on his innagram. I sucked my teeth, irritation clawing up my throat. “You need to stop reading that shit.” He snapped his gaze to me at that, and I’ve never seen such pure anger in his gaze. “Do you know what they are calling me? Have you seen the fucking memes they’ve started to make about me? I’ve spent my entire life--?”

I kicked off my shoes and climbed up onto my bed, pulling my knees tightly to my chest. I looked at the glass of blended fruit, and a bitter, self-deprecating laugh escaped my lips. I knew right then that it would definitely be pointless drinking the smoothie. My insomnia definitely wasn't a smoothie problem. It was an Easton problem. It was a thick, muscular, tattooed problem that no amount of blended tart cherries, kiwis, and bananas could ever solve.

At times, May can decide to sandwich herself in our bed like a child, saying she's afraid of nightmares. Seven and I kiss goodnight and he switches off the light. I don't have the urge to sleep tonight. I have a lot of baggage in my head and it's stressing me out. But most of all, Seven's illness is the one eating up my head, causing insomnia. It has been like this for a couple of nights now. I just stay up at night eyes closed but my mind wide open, swallowed in thoughts. Seven is sleeping peacefully right next to me. Seven suddenly creeps out of bed and heads to the washroom.

Don't tell me you still need those stupid melatonin I rolled my eyes in annoyance. “I wasn't asleep, I was getting good dick, you bastard,” I said in my head. Whatever. Me 7:34am : I already said sorry Jeez We have to turn off our phones now so… Me 7:35am : Bye.

She looks up at him before lowering her head again. "I have problems with sleeping. Insomnia, you know." She tells him as if it is just another casual thing that happens quite to every other person in this world. Dmitri is shocked to know this. Insomnia? But since when? Two years back, he used to describe Itzel as a heavy sleeper. Because whenever he would go into her room to check up on her and Ginget, who used to sleep in the same room as hers, she would not even stir in her sleep even when he shuts the door behind him a little too loud or when he would kiss her cheeks goodnight or when he would pat Ginger soothingly and she would purr in delight. Then how has she developed Insomnia in the