Mata Terpejam Tapi Tidak Bisa Tidur Novels & Stories

It was just a nightmare. I looked down and found the boy sleeping soundly. I sighed and looked at the window where the moon light was coming through, enlightening the room a little bit. What is mate? Why does he come in my dreams? He doesn't only come in my dreams but I somehow see him around me even when I'm not sleeping, in the end that person is someone else, just like the first time I saw him on the street whispering the same word but it was the blonde guy from our street.

I close my eyes and try to sleep, but rest doesn't come easily. Not with so many unknowns waiting. Not with the mate bond pulling at me from three different directions. Not with the fear that tomorrow might change everything in ways I can't predict or control. But I have to try. I have to face this instead of running from it. Because Marta was right about one thing: fighting gravity is exhausting. And I'm tired of fighting forces I don't understand.

..... .."Why can't I sleep?" Abhimaan groaned in frustration. He was just lying there for the last 2 hours trying to fall asleep but it seemed today, he was not getting any! Whenever he tried to close his eyes, a pair of frightened eyes flashed before him. Her beautiful eyes!! They should always shine. Her trembling lips!! They deserved to wear a smile. "Goodness!!" "Have I become so jobless? Why the hell am I just thinking about her?"

“You're ready for tomorrow night?” asked Terrence before we fell asleep. I was ready to close my eyes but I was struggling to sleep. I feel a little uneasy, yet I don't understand what makes me uneasy like this. I just feel impatient for my second heat. “Why don't you sleep?” asked Terrence. “I can't sleep.” “What are you thinking about?” asked Terrence once more. “I didn't think of anything. But if you're curious I'll tell it. I'm thinking about some things I'm going to do tomorrow,” I said.

Mating season starts tomorrow. My eyes flew open. And it is unlikely that they had the same delight that I saw now in Martha's eyes. I didn’t want to sleep anymore, but I still pushed my friend out of bed and now covered myself with a blanket over the pillow. Wake me up when this nightmare is over.

Celestia Today is the fourth of September and I am so tired. Probably, as you become older the more you want to sleep and that's what happens to me now. I just want to sleep all day, from dawn until twilight that every evening comes it became more drearily. In the daytime, all I think about is sleeping. But in the night all I do is try to stay awake. I guess I'm not the only teenager experiencing it. 'I wish I could stop dreaming. I wish to God I could stop dreaming. And try to accept the real version of myself.'

Instead, I feel more alone and adrift than ever. Angry tears flood my eyes but I swallow them down. I’m too tired to cry, and I have to get up early tomorrow morning for the early shift at the diner. I can’t walk in with a puffy face and red eyes, so with a sigh I roll over and close my eyes, hoping for a dreamless sleep. Now that I’ve met my mate, there’s no use fantasizing about the possibilities. This is a straight-up nightmare. *

I wish I could feel the same about myself, watching the city wake up and greet the new day is weirdly depressing me. I finally slump back into my bed where exhaustion overwhelms me, but while I can try to ignore my nagging brain while I'm awake, my dreams are full of things I wish I didn't have to remember.

But the fact that the silence that he once hear when he was with the woman whom he helped, it was a kind of scenery that he would wish to see you again someday. It was indeed true that I didn’t have a good sleep. I can also say that I have to take a rest for many things happened. It seems like I was indeed pushing myself too hard. But what else can I do if that is the only thing that I can in order for me to know where my mother is?

I confess. I turn around on the bed and notice the bloody sheets. Matteo must have noticed it too because he smiles from ear to ear, saying, “You were so right last night.” I just smile since I didn’t know what to say. “Can we discuss for alittle while, baby?” Matteo pushes and I tense up. I don’t know what he wants to talk about but I feel that this can’t be anything healthy. “If it’s about my nightmares, I’m sorry, I find it hard to get proper sleep at night. No, I don’t want to talk about it.” I rush the words out.