Insomnia Novels & Stories

And when my orgasm came around again, it had nearly destroyed me, but not as much as the feeling of Conan coming apart in me had rocked me. “Aren’t you tired?” I yawned, watching Conan through half-droopy eyes. We’d gone at it fast and furious, and the slow and sweet, and I was ready to pass out, he still looked alert and awake. “If by ‘tired’ you mean you wore me out, perhaps,” he said in an uncharacteristically teasing tone. “But if you’re asking whether I’m sleepy, no.” “Why??” I mumbled.. “I have insomnia. I sleep for just a few hours a night— and that's if I'm lucky.

"there be any plans that I interrupted? “Oh, no. You probably got rid of spending the night at home blaming me for devouring a pot of Ben & Jerry's. “I gave a soft smile. "I suffer from insomnia, caused by a long time on the internet, anyway. I can only sleep in the afternoon. "Three of my best friends have trouble sleeping," he said, moving the glass away from the greenish drink to the reach of my hands. “If you need a strong tranquilizer, I can steal some for you.

There is a look of amusement on her face. I smile again, with my nerves calming down. I am glad she is not angry with me for coming late. "I've been battling with it for years." "Wow, what happened?" She questions with interest but I am not ready to tell her the cause of my insomnia. I won't tell her, she doesn't need to know. This is a problem I have been battling for many years now and I will pull through. I am tired of taking medications for my insomnia and I have decided to let it go the way it came.

I curled my fingers around the curtains, slowly pushing them aside, and before I knew it, I was moving, one foot in front of the other until he towered over me. He clasped his hands behind his back, triumph shining in his eyes when he ducked his head so he was at eye level with me. "What's wrong, Solnyshko? Why are you still awake? Couldn't sleep?" I'd never wanted to wipe the smug, knowing look off of someone's face as much as I wanted to wipe his off. "I could say the same for you. Why aren't you asleep?" I shot back. His little smirk grew as he straightened to his full height. "Chronic insomnia," he answered dismissively. "What's your excuse? Perhaps, somet

It was obvious that the president never did. " Did you do anything to make him angry?" she asked " No, not that I know of" " Okay, I wouldn't want to waste your time, the doctor said you should sleep early, so finish your work and go to bed," she said, concerned about my illness. Since the death of Peter, I was diagnosed with insomnia. I couldn't have a good sleep without having nightmares and they were all about the night that Peter died, so I always took my medicine before going to bed and the doctor had told me to never go to bed late.

I walk onto the leather chair, never looking back… ________ JACKSON I should be resting per the doctor's instructions but here I am, wide awake, watching Eli who is sleeping peacefully on the leather couch across from me. It's not that I'm ignoring the doctor's instructions. It's just that…I have one of the worst insomnia. When the medicines that I was using became resistant at the age of thirteen, I stopped using them and accepted my fate. On a good day, I sleep for one and half hour to two hours. And on my worst days, I stay awake and everything seems to slow down. The nights feel stretched, eerily quiet and haunting. That's why I hate the nights so much. It

“Barely. Your blood pressure’s through the roof. You collapsed like a man twice your age.” Adrian sat up slowly, ignoring the dizziness that clawed at him. “It’s nothing.” “It’s not nothing,” James snapped. “Your body is telling you what I’ve been saying for years. This insomnia is eating you alive.” Adrian ran a hand through his hair, expression unreadable. “I’ve managed it before. I’ll manage it again.”

“Why can’t you sleep in your own room anyway?” “I’ve been having insomnia.” I’m not sure what kind of explanation that was. “If I try to sleep near you, I’ll feel at peace from the mate bond and it should be enough to put me to sleep.” I couldn’t act like I didn’t get it. I have times when I have trouble sleeping because of my racing thoughts.

I took my laptop out and started researching regarding alexithymia, insomnia, anaphia and spectrophobia seriously is there any other disorders left on world everything is in him only more than humor I feel pity for him how can someone suffer this much oh god anaphia means one can't feel touch of others how pitiful is this, alexythemia means cant have any kind of emotions, insomnia means sleeping disorder, spectrophobia fear to look their reflection in mirrors poor him facing so much that too alone I wrote all these on paper mom looked at it and asked "what's these princess" I replied "a friend of mine facing all these mom that p

He likely had some kind of sleep disorder. She sighed and realized that if it were not for her alternative medicine, he would have been hospitalized. He was truly a handful. “He has insomnia, doesn’t he?” Amy inquired. Nolan nodded. “That’s right.” He could not help but admire Amy’s perceptiveness. With just one look at Aiden, she was able to figure out everything. Amy frowned. “How long has he had insomnia? Has he had medication for it before?” Glancing at Aiden, Nolan hesitated before answering, “For a long time. It’s been quite severe. It causes him to stay awake all night. Sometimes, he takes sleeping pills.”