Open When You Cant Sleep Novels & Stories

My mood changed drastically and Sebastian noticed this. He asked what was wrong with me and I didn't know if it was a good idea to tell him what was happening to me. -It's hard to explain. -You didn't sleep very well, did you? -Is it that noticeable? -Why can't you sleep, is something bothering you? -No, it's just that I can't get to sleep. -But I can tell you're tired, tell me what's wrong. -It's hard to explain. -I know I shouldn't interfere but it's wrong that you don't sleep, you're affecting your health.

He mumbled under his breath while subconsciously digging his nails into the tiled floor. He finally understood that I wasn't being lazy on purpose. I also wasn't just playing dead or pretending to ignore him just to spite him. I really couldn't help myself. I had only suddenly collapsed during the exam today because of this sleep attack that was clearly written on this medical document. Dad suddenly rose to his feet and pulled open the bottom-most drawer in my desk, where a pair of compasses with dry blood stains and an old, worn diary were hidden in the furthermost corner.

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 put on baby pink silk pajamas with spaghetti straps and shorts on. I go to the kitchen where the bag of my medicines was. I fill a glass full of water and open the bottle. No more than two. I recite in my mind again and again. If I don't eat three I will have nightmares but I need something to knock me out. I want to have a dreamless sleep. But I can't do this to myself. YOU NEED SLEEP VICTORIA! The voice in my head says. But I can't take two. THEN GOOD LUCK RELIVING THOSE MEMORIES!

The kind of melody that comes from knowing I have them alive in my arms. I let out a long sigh and attempted to redirect the rising rage towards the general once again. Fuck! I realized I wouldn't be able to sleep, so I got up and walked to the adjacent room. I tapped on the button for an invisible drawer to pop out. I quickly took some and sprayed some sleep aid to knock me out because the big day starts tomorrow.

We had our clothes and some mementos from the few times we had splurged to go skiing. When we were finished for the night we decided to get some rest, because it would be a busy morning. I laid in my bed thinking of all the things I have learned today and all the things yet to come. I couldn’t sleep, I was wide awake. So what do I do when I can’t sleep? I start singing ‘Just Lose It' by Eminem and of course the guys jump right in with me at “Alright, stop! Pajama time.” Of course we all laugh and joke around for a few more minutes until we are finally able to sleep.

The bed let out a Puff of ruffles when I connect my whole weight with the surface. This is nice. Now if I can just close my eyes and take a well deserved nap... Right now I'm in a state of mind... When I finally decide I'm too exhausted to care, some human somewhere is calling me? With an irritated puff, I'm searching fore source of the vibration and voice. I make what I think is a small cheer of victory before connecting my thumb with the been symbol and placing it on my left ear. "Warren here, speak." I don't care if I'm sounding rude right now. I just want to sleep. Is that too much to wish for?

When I'm filled with excitement, having some sleep becomes quite challenging. It comes as no surprise that I had a restless night and found myself alert and wide awake even before the break of dawn. To ensure I don't disturb the twins, I tread softly past their bedroom on my way downstairs. With the intention of soothing my restless nerves, I leisurely make my way to the kitchen to prepare a steaming cup of mint tea.

I sit up abruptly and press a hand against my stomach. “Please,” I whisper into the darkness. “Let this make sense.” Eventually, exhaustion drags me under. Not peacefully. Not gently. But like my body simply shuts down from too much thinking. And my last conscious thought before sleep claims me is simple— Tomorrow, I reopen a door I swore I’d locked forever.

The thought is beyond depressing. This would have been the best time to get wasted on the bottle and just sleep my misery away. But I have an early shift tomorrow and the day after. And the day after. I have zero days off. Sleep comes slowly for me that night. I lie there with my eyes open for a long time, listening to the sounds of the quiet while resisting the urge to check my phone again. Somewhere between one breath and the next, my phone buzzes one more time. It’s an unknown number.