Novel & Cerita Ngantuk Tapi Tidak Bisa Tidur

Tyler's POV Stupid night Excruciating, soul-draining night. I haven't slept a wink. Not a nap, not a doze—not even a blink that lasted more than four seconds. My body? It feels like it was used as a human punching bag by a group of MMA-trained gorillas. Every muscle in me is throbbing like it's trying to beat its own drum solo. And yeah, sure, part of the reason I can't sleep is because every time I shift even an inch, my body screams like I'm being stabbed. But the real reason?

I am supposed to stay up and sit so I won't fall asleep but it is overwhelming and I find myself drifting off to sleep slowly. I don't know when sleep eludes me completely.

But no matter how I adjusted my pillows or shifted my body, my mind remained wide awake. As the minutes ticked by, I grew more and more restless. I threw off the covers, feeling a sense of desperation creeping in. Why couldn't I just fall asleep like a normal person? I had tried every trick in the book: warm milk, calming music, even counting sheep. But nothing seemed to work.

No sign of that infuriating airhead that was quickly invading my thoughts and dreams. I toss and turn in bed, trying to find a comfortable position. But no matter how much I adjust my pillow or my blankets, sleep just won't come. It's been days since I've had a good night's rest, and I'm starting to feel the effects of it. My eyes are heavy, my body is sore, and my mind is racing with all sorts of thoughts and memories.

She was tired, so she wanted to have a good sleep. However, no matter how hard she tried and how much she wanted to sleep, her mind was in a mess, and she just couldn't fall asleep. She kept thinking of her past with James, and his face flashed across her mind from time to time. She even heard some familiar male voices and strange female voices, which made her have a headache.

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

But let me assure you that his bunk wasn’t as slim as normal hospital beds for attendees. After tossing and turning the umpteenth time, I got up and threw my pillow on the floor. The night seemed to be not easy as my legs were killing me due to the strange discomfort. Was it the restless legs syndrome? Would it be good if I should offer some relief to Justin and convince him once again to come and lie here? Giving up on my sleep I fetched my pillow and went out to find Justin fast asleep on the not so narrow bed. What? Should I shake him a little bit and ask, hey Justin, are you sleeping?

The room felt empty and it went back to being silent again. I laid back in bed, trying to force myself to take a nap but it wasn't working. I kept tussling around in bed that I had to get up and try to move around. Getting up on my own was quite a hassle. The pain from my leg didn't make things easy at all.

Kit lay restless in the dark, unable to get comfortable in his own bed. A single sheet felt too heavy, scratchy, and hot. But without the sheet, he was cold, his skin hunching up in goosebumps. One pillow left his head too flat on the mattress, making him feel like he was tilted backwards. Two pillows gave him a crick in his neck. With pajamas, he was stifling and constricted. Without them, he was too vulnerable to relax and go to sleep. Music from the small bedside radio irritated him, even when tuned to the normally soothing classical station. Silence, though, was oppressive and forbidding.

"I'm actually going somewhere with my mom." My walk home feels longer today. My feet drag along the sidewalk as my body reaches a new level of exhaustion. I can't help but try to take a nap when I get back, but my mind won't shut off. At this point it's torture. I can't sleep, and when I do, I'm tormented with nightmares. My body can't take it anymore.