Open When You Cant Sleep Novels & Stories

It’s two o’clock in the morning, and I can’t sleep. I sigh and sit up. I’ve tried everything I can think of – lavender oil, a glass of wine, counting sheep - but I just can’t do it. The house is too…quiet. Not that the boys have made much of a disturbance in their sleep since they were babies, but somehow I just know that they’re not here. And it’s killing me.

I don’t remember exactly when I fell asleep. All I know is, last night my head was full of Zane Romano’s lips and the way his breath burned across my skin like straight tequila. My brain kept replaying that kiss over and over, like a bad pop song you hate but can’t stop humming. I tried everything: alpha wave music, slow-breathing meditation, even a YouTube video of a garbage truck moving through snow in rural Norway. None of it worked. In the end, I gave in to the only thing that’s ever worked since I was a teenager : Mama’s infamous sleep potion.

Got my earphones out, plugged them in my phone, turned on that Taylor Swift music and sleep. "We'll get started first, Dianna. Are you certain you're just going to lie down?" My head is stuck on the desk, so I merely gave a thumbs up in the air. I don't know about you, but it feels wonderful when something like this simply occurs, doesn't it? Or am I the only one who thinks so? Never worry, the light is streaming through the window and the drapes, tinting the room crimson. I finally got into the mood to fall asleep, and as I close my eyes....

It is really frustrating when I try everything, even sleeping pills, and still can not get any shut-eye. It's as if sleep is playing hard to get with me. And in those moments when I discover myself not being able to sleep, I find myself gazing at the sky, watching the moon disappear and the sunrise, it's like time stands still. The sky has this magical power to always calm my nerves and bring a sense of relief and comfort. It's almost like a gentle reminder that everything will be okay, although I know it isn’t.

Sleep eludes me, and I find myself tossing and turning, unable to find solace in the darkness. Finally, surrendering to the futility of sleep, I reluctantly rose from the bed. Glancing at the clock, I discovered that it was a mere few minutes past 2 in the morning. Realizing that sleep would remain elusive, I made a decision. The gym seemed to beckon, offering an escape from the overwhelming emotions that plagued my restless mind.

5 YEARS LATER I wake before dawn because my body never forgot how. There’s no alarm. There never is. I open my eyes to the same gray pre-light filtering through the narrow window above the bed, the world not awake yet but no longer asleep either. That in-between hour feels honest. Nothing is pretending to be calm. Nothing is pretending to be safe.

Maybe just my period? “Define annoyed,” I sarcastically asked. Then instead of hearing what he wanted to say next, I plugged my airpods in my ears and maxed out the volume of my phone. Thanks to the music, credits to Taylor Swift's Opalite and some random music afterwards, I was able to sleep. I was able to take a nap. When I woke up, I could already see the sky turning orange. Meaning, we're still far. I slept almost 3 hours, or so I guess with no disturbance. Thank you.

~IVY~ I'm wide awake and it's almost midnight. This is not because of my insomnia. I've been able to get proper sleep recently. I don't have to count sheep or do pushups. I close my eyes and I'm gone to dream world. Maybe it's because I now feel at peace with myself, maybe it's because of Karl's lavender tea. Whichever it is, I'm happy I can sleep properly without having constant nightmares and jerking up awake at night.

I answer withiut shame, "I'm in a lot of pain. "Well count sheep , "he mutters and keeps quiet "Whatever, "I huff and close my eyes. I open my eyes again and look around the room wildly . I feel so hot and sweaty . When I look at the watch next to me it's only 2am. I thought I had a long sleep. I get out of the bed ready to pee because I can't hold it any longer. Once I'm done with my business. I look at the small window in front of me and now every escape idea that I had just suddenly reawakens. .

Alpha Adrian I haven’t been able to sleep properly for weeks. It’s not like I’m a sleeper on a normal day, but for sometime now, every time I try to close my eyes, I feel like the walls are closing in on me. Like there’s something inside me that wants to get out by all means. Tonight, I’m extra angry and frustrated and it’s because I have to take my shot. I do this every once in a month. I silently wonder how long I'll continue doing this.