Insomnia Novels & Stories

Curled in Colton’s arms in bed, my head laid on his chest as I listen to that steady rhythm of his heartbeat, I doze in and out of peaceful and contented slumber. Something keeps waking me when I start to fall deeply, and I can’t seem to put my finger on it. Like a dream or a feeling that’s just out of sight and seems to jump in to haul me back whenever my consciousness drifts away. An unease or a threatening nightmare maybe, it’s definitely a sense of unease and try as I might, I can’t seem to fall into blissful darkness for any length of time. It’s almost dawn and I have barely dozed for more than twenty-minute slots at a time. I’m frustrated and exhausted, yet I can’t seem to rest.

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.

The few seconds I’m not buried in buried, I’m lost in thoughts of Jade. it’s almost one in the morning and I’m only just getting home. This is considered early in my new life. So, I guess I should happy. Except, I’m too fucking tired to even think of anything other than getting into bed and sleeping for three hours rest of the night. If I am able to. Another ting I’ve developed is insomnia. I usually didn’t sleep, but that was mostly a choice. I could sleep I wanted to. I just choose not to, most of the time.

I reply. "Oh... well, that makes a lot of sense too," he mumbles, then takes a deep breath when I remain silent. "I have insomnia, Isabella, if you must know. I didn't 'wake up earlier' today, I just didn't sleep at all. And it's a common occurrence." "Why are you hiding it from me then, is it that big of a deal?" I ask, starting to get a little worried, "Tell me, Liam." "It's whatever, I just don't like being interrogated," he says, rolling his eyes, "Can I go to sleep now?”

I sat up slowly and reached for the water on the nightstand, but the glass was empty. I turned my head and froze when I saw Adam on the floor, doing push ups like a completely unwell person. His shirt was off, his back flexing with each movement, his hair falling over his forehead as he kept going like sleep was a rumour he refused to believe in. I grabbed my phone and checked the time, “Adam.” He kept moving, “what?” “It’s almost seven in the morning.” “I know.” “You haven’t slept a wink since last night.” He stopped, sat back on his heels, and dragged one hand through his hair, “I know. I have insomnia.”

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

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.

“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