Novel & Cerita Ngantuk Tapi Tidak Bisa Tidur

closer. Nasarawa. 2/4/2030. 2:30pm Dayo yawned so hard that his jaw ached and his eyes watered. The heat of the sun glared at the earth but thanks to the advanced technology, they could barely feel it. Dayo could hardly sleep at all the night before. It was not because of nightmares, he just couldn't sleep. His body was tired and his head pounded but sleep seemed to have gone on vacation. He tried different methods; counting sheeps, drinking chilled milk mixed with honey, and later ate cookie with honey. He even watched that boring romance movie but nothing worked so far. Perhaps it was the excitement of the other day that has him so worked up.

I’m lying on my bed with my eyes open. I’ve been doing this for hours. Every time I think I’m close to sleep, my body jerks awake like it doesn’t trust rest anymore. My legs keep shifting under the covers. My fingers keep twisting the edge of my pillow. No need fighting it, I am definitely not getting any sleep tonight and it’s all that asshole’s fault. I groan quietly and roll onto my back. “This is stupid,” I mutter.

I want to wake up, but I feel as if I’m not able to. Wake up……you have to wake up. I want to wake up, but I don’t feel I have the energy to do so. I’m so tired. I feel like I haven’t slept in ages. Wake up! Something is missing! The voice is echoing in my head, and I’m starting to think that I will never be able to wake up.

But… my secret wish is for more than that, and my treacherous heart can’t help but take it the way I want. Since issuing the challenge, I can’t sleep for shit. More often than not, I’ll stay in the gym, working myself into a fury until my limbs are so exhausted they can barely move. Then, I can crash. But it’s less like sleeping and more like a computer shutting down for a reboot. I do not sleep soundly. I’ve been thinking of ways to combat this. Yoga. Rain sounds. Meditation. Nothing’s really worked. It’s difficult to turn off the swarming thoughts in my mind.

It's as if I'm a magnet, irresistibly drawing in all the worries and troubles of the world. Each thought weighs heavily on me, reminding me of the challenges I have yet to face. Despite the temporary respite of the bath, the weight of my responsibilities looms large, casting a shadow over the moment of relaxation. After my bath, I slip into my comfortable pajamas and crawl into bed, hoping for a peaceful night's sleep. However, as I lie there in the darkness, sleep eludes me. My mind continues to churn with thoughts and worries, refusing to quiet down even in the stillness of the night. Tossing and turning, I find myself caught in a restless cycle, longing for the embrace of sleep to finally

Her eyelids were heavy, body drained and tired, but sleep didn't come. Perhaps it was the thought of having to get up and repeat her mind-damning routine in the morning, perhaps it was knowing that she was hungry as a result of skipping dinner, perhaps it was the idea of three weeks of festivity she wouldn't be a part of, but something got stuck in her consciousness and refused her to sleep.

Maybe because I cried earlier. I can't do anything but sleep because my body seems to be giving up. I can't do anything but sleep because my body seems to be giving up.