Insomnia Novels & Stories

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.”

She forced a smile and said, “It’s normal when you're my age.” “If you have insomnia, I can help. I’m currently researching fragrances that help with insomnia. If you use it before sleeping, it can help you fall asleep easily. I’ve brought some with me today. I’ll give you a bottle,” Sharon said as she took out a small bottle from her handbag and handed it to Mrs. White. Mrs. White knew why she could not sleep. Therefore, she rejected her offer. “It’s alright. I’ve always had this problem. It’ll get better in a few days.”

Grayson narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "You've just explained that I was healthier than ever. Why change to a new formula now?" Lena explained, "Insomnia is considered a chronic disease. You may feel better now thanks to the medicine from Dr. Sylvester, but your body may collapse again once its effects wear off. "Treating your insomnia will take some time, so I've adjusted my scented sachets to resume your medication." Grayson knew that Lena was giving him a newly developed poison.

I hissed angrily before I lay down on the bed again, I would sleep this time, I have to sleep. I closed my eyes and placed my hands on my chest trying to sleep "you can't sleep"Lisa whispered Making me open my eyes, "yes I can't sleep I think I have Insomnia" I replied sitting up, her eyes widened a little before she walked to where I was "You should take some sleeping pills, I don't think it's insomnia" she muttered sitting on the edge of the bed.

Damon got his work very late than his usual time. He had been unable to get a proper sleep during the night since he's suffering from insomnia, which he thought he had overcome in the past few years. He did not seem surprised to have the same sleeping disorder, just like he used to before now. When it was dawn, he wasn't in the appropriate mode to go to work which result to him going very late. With the awkward silence amongst his staffs, he needs no one to tell him something already went wrong during his absence.

There was no room for either one of our pasts to rear their ugly heads. My eyes roamed his face. He looked refreshed, like he had ten hours of sleep behind him. “I don’t sleep much,” he answered. “Insomnia.” My heartbeat was back to normal and I found myself relaxing. “That’s not good,” I leaned against him, his arms around me. I pressed my cheek against his chest, his steady, strong heartbeat thumping under my ear and I found it oddly soothing. “You should try some relaxing techniques,” I murmured against his chest. “Maybe yoga.”

He stiffened and tried distancing himself a little, only for Leslie to push backward against him. He let out a silent groan. “Oh, fuck, this is pure torment”. But that wasn't what bewildered him; it was the fact that he managed to get a wink of sleep last night. His insomnia was nothing new to him—getting a solid three-hour sleep each night was the only thing that kept him going. He was even more shocked because he was always unable to get a wink of sleep without his hands starting to tremble and without easing himself by playing the piano until his fingers ached and his muscles sored.

I make my to the bed with my arms stuck out, she rests in them the moment I sit on the bed. She silent but her grip on my top says everything. "Why does daddy sleep for days?" She asks looking up at me with those eyes. "Well," I opt for the truth although I don't think she'll understand a word I say. "Your dad sort of has insomnia; that's a condition where someone can't sleep, chronic sleeplessness.

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 w

For the first time since I could remember I had the most peaceful night ever, free from those hurtful nightmares that completely drained my sanity at night. I couldn't sleep. Insomnia was like my own sacrifice. Every successful being experiences one discomfort or the other, that was the order of the Mafia world. Most people have a painful past, one disease or sickness or maybe probably lost a loved one as they raced through this dangerous lifestyle. Mine was insomnia asides the terrible nightmare and phobia for smoke or anything that ignites fire. That's actually the reason I don't smoke because it creates vague images from the