Ngantuk Tapi Tidak Bisa Tidur Novels & Stories

She would relax her body and mind to enter the dream world at ease. But, this time not, her body refused to sleep despite the above methods. Actually, there was a feeling of tiredness because she had only rolled back and forth all this time without success. Giving up, at last, she chose to get up, turn on the nightlight, and find something to do.

He was still wide awake and feeling so energetic he could probably go for a run despite already doing hardcore exercises and drinking three glasses of milk, hoping those would help him fall to sleep. "Fuck! I need to fucking sleep!" He angrily murmured while looking at the clock again, but then sighed in surrender a little while after. No matter how many times he tells himself to sleep, it just wouldn't happen. And so, he figured since he can't sleep anyway, then he might as well review his lessons. But before he does that, he needs to have some midnight snacks first. His stomach was growling! Probably because it was past twelve already, and he always gets hungry at midnight every time he is

He clearly did not like her, but why was he treating her so kindly? That night, Tanya could not sleep well. Since she was in her final trimester, her body ached all over. Her condition caused her to wake up in the middle of the night. It was even harder to fall asleep with all the thoughts that were racing through her mind. For that reason, she found it difficult to keep her eyes open during the day.

GENEVIEVE have not slept all night. And that is sort of a problem because I become jittery and a bit neurotic when I do not sleep. Insomnia and I aren’t strangers, especially since I did not manage to completely desensitize myself to that word. It might be written in a red Sharpie because it is one of the words I struggle with the most. Along with death. I think I also need to add moving on to the red list because I can not do that. I am supposed to, I have to, but my mind is stuck in a different type of loop that I can not escape.

I just hope the others are suffering as much as I am. Nate is snoring in my head, totally oblivious to the fact I’m half awake and partially aware. He will wake up when he’s ready. At least with him asleep, I have a chance of sleeping. He’s like a damn Duracell bunny half the time, constantly bouncing around in my head, wanting to be on the move.

~LUCAS~ Sleep refuses to come. I lie flat on my back on the narrow bed in my tiny apartment room, staring up at the ceiling that looks exactly the same as it did three hours ago. The same slow-moving ceiling fan rotating above my head. The same sunlight pushing through the thin curtains and landing across my face like it’s personally determined to keep me awake. I drag a tired hand down my face. God. Why can’t I sleep? My body feels exhausted. My brain feels like it has been running a marathon since last night.

It’s been hours since I crawled into bed, and yet sleep refuses to come anywhere near me. Blackie is curled against my ribs, purring softly in her dreams, while I lie wide awake, staring at the shadows dancing across the ceiling like taunts. I’ve tried everything. Soft music, counting sheep, meditating until my jaw clenched from the effort. Nothing works. My body is exhausted, heavy with the kind of tired that should knock a person out instantly, but my mind won’t shut up. It won’t stop spinning, pulling me through every thought I’ve tried so hard to avoid.

My head was throbbing so hard. I changed into pajamas and went to bed. Mica was snoring as I lay down quietly. I felt so tired, yet, I kept tossing and turning. I could not sleep. I dread waking up the next morning.

/Then, thank you. As the night dragged on, sleep unfortunately evaded her. On the contrary, she became restless. She could not help but think about the different things she could be doing instead of lying on the bed wide awake. She also could not help but feel like she was wasting more time since she was already well rested.

I know not saying goodnight, and just night, could mean I have an attitude, or something is wrong. I didn’t sleep. At all. I laid up all night and watched tv. I just couldn’t go to sleep. Then again, I can’t go to sleep mad. Not that I was really mad, but I knew something didn’t feel right. I never go to sleep mad. It feels like guilt eats me alive if I try to sleep. So, I stay up all night when things aren’t right in my head. I have issues. I grabbed for my phone and saw it was like a minute before my alarm was set to go off. I grumbled and turned off the alarm before it actually went off. I got up and went into the kitchen. I am not one to really drink coffee, but I made coffee. I had no a