Novel & Cerita Ngantuk Tapi Tidak Bisa Tidur

It doesn’t last, but it’s excruciating, like it’s been broken then put together, but I’m just lying here, alone. Sleep takes me while the pain dulls, but I can’t seem to stay asleep, and when I try to turn, I can’t, my body feels weird…wrong. I try to convince myself that I’m tired and talk myself back to sleep, but as heavy as my eyes are, I can’t sleep. And I think I'm starting to hallucinate. I’m hearing faint voices, almost like a whisper.

Since the day Andrew showed up and barged into his life unannounced, sleep, which used to be easily attainable for him, became something he had to work so hard for. With a grunt of frustration, he got out of his bed and did what he always does whenever he couldn't fall asleep. He tried to read, watch some boring movies, exercised for more than twenty minutes, drank a glass of milk, and made his brain busy and tired by computing his expenses. But despite doing all that, sleep still evaded him like a fucking plague. "Fuck!" he exclaimed, almost throwing away the documents he was reading. He huffed, then stood, and headed towards the shower that was connected to both his and his son's room.

Staring at the ceiling, I closed my eyes, hoping to get some sleep. . . . I couldn't. Tossing and turning, I groaned out in frustration. It's well past midnight and I haven't even slept a wink. I sat up on the bed, running a hand through my hair. I yawned. I'm so tired... But not tired enough to sleep? That's weird. My gaze wandered lower and I found myself rubbing my stomach. No longer pregnant. I wanted to have that baby.

Sorry, it's just insomnia makes me itchy and irritated. For the past few days—maybe a week actually—I've been stuck in a rut of trying to go to sleep but getting so fidgety that I get up and walk the house for hours, finally draining myself around three or four in the morning. It's something that's been happening on and off for the past year. I think it has to do with coming home every so often and the reoccurring stress of having to return to college looming over me. I come home to relax, but it's like a dread so subtle that it eats away at me silently during the day and screams me awake at night. I'm not going to have a breakdown or anything like that, but I'd love to get some dang sleep o

Nadine menguap berulang kali. Entah kenapa akhir-akhir ini dia sering mengantuk. Badannya terasa lemas dan gampang lelah. Bahkan di kantor dia tidak semangat bekerja. "Bik, aku tidur dulu, ya," pamitnya kepada ART yang sejak tadi membersihkan ruang tamu. Wanita itu meregangkan kedua tangan lalu kembali menguap sembari mengucek mata.

His fingers gently caressed her face. She wanted to move away, but her body froze under his stare. He opened his mouth and said softly, "I need to look at these pictures, or I can't even get a wink of sleep." She was shocked. He... had insomnia? He had to look at her pictures to fall asleep? "Do you know how miserable it feels not being able to sleep?" he asked in a whisper, "You're tired, but you just can't fall asleep. Even when you close your eyes and lie down, your mind is distracted by other thoughts...."

Drawing a frustrated sigh out of me, I snuggled into the comforter. It was already two in the morning and I was feeling restless. For the past five hours I have been trying and twisting, deriving no sleep. Despite the tiredness I feel, I can't sleep at night.

Anything is better than being in that nightmare. But the movies and shows are boring too, and I need to be alert at work. Fuck it, I should try to sleep whether I have nightmares or not. But I'm lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, and I can't seem to fall asleep. I close my eyes and try to clear my mind, but my thoughts keep racing. I feel restless and uneasy, and I just can't seem to get comfortable. I start to feel frustrated and anxious. I know that I need to get some sleep, but it seems like the more I want it, the more elusive it becomes. I roll over and try a different position, but nothing seems to work.

I have no idea why I don’t just go to bed. For some reason, I don’t want to go to bed alone. Waking up, I am sweating. I feel weird, but I put it to the back of my mind and try concentrating on only the good things. The worrying is not good, not at all. It is worrying that is making me feel so ill and tired.

I told them, and they waved at me, as I hurried over to my room. I wasn't really feeling sleepy again, and that was really so frustrating. This is the time I really need to sleep, so that I don't get bored, but here I am looking for sleep, but it's totally refusing to come to me. This is really so sad, and I don't really know what more to do, but nevertheless I really can't think of leaving my room right now, I still have to sit back in my room, and try to get myself busy with anything at all I can think of.