Novel & Cerita Ngantuk Tapi Tidak Bisa Tidur

──━⊰ 𓆙 ⊱━── The clock on my bedside table stared back at me, the glowing numbers mocking how late it was. I lay there in my thin cotton shorts and a t-shirt, the sheets twisted around my legs like a trap. I tossed to the left, then flipped to the right, but my brain wouldn't shut off. I let out a long, frustrated breath and sat up, rubbing my face. Sleep wasn't coming and I had a mountain of college work to do.

The pop of a comb on my head jars me awake. "Ow!" I cry. "What'd you do that for?" "You keep falling asleep in my chair," Quincy quips. "Makes it impossible to get this color done right if your head keeps bobbing." "Sorry. I don't know what my problem is," I admit. "I can't seem to get enough sleep lately." "It's all those late-night romps with your lover," Geni sing-songs.

“Don’t worry about me. How are you feeling? Talk to me about that. Why are you awake and not asleep right now? You should be.” She didn’t press. But she watched me with those clear, quiet eyes that made it hard to breathe. “I tried to sleep but I couldn't. I kept having a nightmare and now it's just hard for me to go back to sleep.” “You know that you need to get some rest. Your body needs to recover.” “I know, but I can't. You can't just force sleep. Sometimes it just refuses to come.” She said, and I hummed in response.

“I could never be formal with you kid…! I just wanted to make a good impression.” “Hmm… Anyways, what were you hiding?” “Her condition is similar to yours.” “Insomnia...!?” “No. The problem with her is that she can sleep but she chooses not to.” “What do you mean by that…!?” “In my years of experience… I’ve seen people like her. They can sleep but don’t want to. The main reason for that is because they have bad dreams… Nightmares to be precise.” “Rubia does…!?” “Yes.”

Curled in Colton’s arms in bed, my head laid on his chest as I listen to that steady rhythm of his heartbeat, I doze in and out of peaceful and contented slumber. Something keeps waking me when I start to fall deeply, and I can’t seem to put my finger on it. Like a dream or a feeling that’s just out of sight and seems to jump in to haul me back whenever my consciousness drifts away. An unease or a threatening nightmare maybe, it’s definitely a sense of unease and try as I might, I can’t seem to fall into blissful darkness for any length of time. It’s almost dawn and I have barely dozed for more than twenty-minute slots at a time. I’m frustrated and exhausted, yet I can’t seem to rest.

It doesn’t hit me until I’m climbing under the covers that I haven’t eaten the entire day. But I’m not hungry. I haven’t felt one prickle of hunger or heard a grumble from my stomach. Instead, I somehow feel full, maybe even nauseous as I try to get comfortable. Just close your eyes and sleep. Tomorrow will be better. I close my eyes. I sit behind darkened lids as I wait for sleep to overcome me. I pray for it to find me as my mind is growing tired. But it never does. Instead, I’m left releasing an annoyed groan as I sit up. Of course I can’t fall asleep. Even if my mind is exhausted, it’s too determined to let me rest.

I said. I didn't want to sound as if I was whining but this is getting even more impossible to take. I went back to my room and lay down. I tried to go to sleep. Maybe if I am sleeping, my body won't be so itchy. Anya has a key to my house so I wasn't worried that she won't find a way to enter my house. I know that she can get in just fine. I closed my eyes, trying hard to go to bed but it didn't work at all. My entire body still felt as if it was on fire. I couldn't sleep at all so I just gave up.

Instead of finding for another one to talk to, I logged out my facebook account. I am still not sleepy. I do not know what will I do to make my body and mind sleep for these hours. I close my eyes and emptied my mind, but it is still not working. Maybe because I sleep in the afternoon and I woke up late, so that my body can not sleep easily.

Why are giving me that kind of look? I rolled my eyes and shoved him aside before attempting to envelop my entire body in the blankets. Arnold, much to my astonishment, proceeded to lay beside me, put his arm around my waist, and then buried his face into the crevice of my neck. ‘‘You're quite a restless sleeper, do you know that hmm...?’’ he whispered, his voice was hoarse. ‘‘Struggling and kicking around are relatively minor concerns, but you also occasionally suffer nightmares, and at other times you might even start crying. To tell you the truth, I've never been able to get a good night's sleep because of these. Please try not to move, okay? Let me take a nap…’’

This, whatever it is, is really, really happening. For most of my life I’ve wondered what it would be like to sleep on something more comfortable than a thin blanket or the cold hard floor, but now that I’m here, now that I’m on a real bed… I can’t for the life of me go to sleep. I’ve been twisting and turning on this giant bed for what seems like hours now and no matter how hard I try, my brain just can’t seem to shut all my thoughts off so that I could rest. Everything is in complete overdrive and I hate it.