Insomnia Undertale Novels & Stories

In a dark room, Rostam sat on his sofa as he lit the cigarette lighter he held. Music wraps up around his bedroom which is a big help to make his mind calm. It was three o'clock in the morning but he still hadn't been visited by drowsiness. His insomnia appeared to be attacking him again.

His wolf was on edge—I could feel it simmering under his skin. I was too exhausted to care. My body, my wolf, my very soul was drained. The tension in the car, the quiet brooding Alpha beside me... all of it faded into the background as my eyelids grew heavy. When I woke up, I was no longer in the car. I blinked, confused, staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling. The scent in the air—clean linen, sandalwood, a hint of something uniquely David—told me exactly where I was.

“Get some rest. We move at first light.” “You’re not going to tell us—” “Not tonight.” The fire popped, sending sparks into the air. Lira finally lowered her bow. Kaela didn’t move. Because somewhere out there—past the wards, past the snow, past the line they weren’t supposed to cross—the White was still breathing. And she could feel it smiling. *** I think we can safely say Kaela struggles with insomnia. I would as well. LOL ***

She questioned rudely. "Of course not, will you just let me explain to you". he sighed tiredly. " I did not intentionally sneak into your room to be sleeping beside you, I did it because it helps a lot". he said and Maya stared confusedly at him. "How do you mean?". " I have insomnia, I don't sleep at night but only on pills which sometimes make me sleep for a few hours, but it changed that day you fell unconscious, and I had to take you to my room, I slept peacefully that night, but the next night, I couldn't, so, I have to sneak into your room to see if truly I can sleep comfortably by your side, which works". He said firmly.

To be afraid of a wolf - and to run away from a squirrel, or fears and misunderstandings. Three long days have passed since my dream with Arthur. The parasite was indeed destroyed, which I confirmed with the help of Mitrich by visiting him the next morning. It was wonderful! Just great! After all, now I could sleep alone again without fear of not waking up in the morning. I could have, but I didn't sleep. Now I'm starting to suffer from insomnia.

"What are you doing here, not sleeping at all in the middle of the night?" Wills Watson sat on the side of the bed and sighed. "I can't fall asleep. Insomnia. " Insomnia... "A long time?" "Since you left." Wills Watson looked at her and said, "Actually, I just wanted to come in and see if you and the child are really here. I didn't expect to wake you up. " "I promised you that I wouldn't leave. You can go back and sleep," she consoled him. Wills Watson sighed: "If I don't watch you guys, I won't be at ease."

We had gone at it for what must have been hours, but whereas I was ready to pass out, he looked alert and awake as ever. “If by ‘tired’ you mean you wore me out, perhaps,” he said in an uncharacteristically teasing tone. “But if you are asking whether I’m sleepy, no.” he said smiling “How is that possible?” I mumbled into my pillow. “Insomnia, Nala. I sleep a few hours a night if I’m lucky.” he said and somehow I could feel some sadness in his voice.

Wesly Restless doesn't even scratch the surface of my present condition. After hours of tossing and turning in my bed, I finally gave up. I decided to come to my study and do some research on the reason for my insomnia. I am not a man who likes to be unprepared or caught off guard. I have to admit I have no idea what is in store for me tomorrow.

As he reflected, he realized the girl before him was just a small, younger version of himself—ten years younger, but entirely her own person. Easily, delightfully— He slipped the high heel back onto her delicate foot, smiling in satisfaction. Harper’s face burned red. She scrambled upright, heart racing, and without looking back, bolted through the door. ... “Doctor AI reminds you: the time is 2:30 a.m. Young Master, you haven’t slept yet. You’re experiencing insomnia.” The mechanical, childlike voice of AI Doc sounded strangely jarring in the dead of night. Chase tossed and turned in bed, irritated, pressing a pillow over his ears.

His eyes shot open in surprise to find Celeste still reading to Vamara, who was now braiding more flowers into her hair. In that moment, something inside Syzar shattered as he stared at Celeste. But he pushed back that primal sense of possession, confusion etching his features instead. “I… fell asleep?” he asked in disbelief. Nothing knocked him out so easily. Insomnia had plagued him for years; even poppy did little to help. Nights and years with barely any sleep, haunted by nightmares—yet it was ironic that the woman whose family had caused his sleeplessness could make him sleep. It was absurd in every way.