Open When You Cant Sleep Novels & Stories

C H A P T E R 1 1 : S U P E R M A N G O T N O T H I N G O N M E Stupid creatures we humans are, often poisoning ourselves unconsciously with our own hands and finding the cure elsewhere. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Did you know the curious state in between waking and dreaming? That stagnant moment where your eyes refused to open even when your mind knew it was time to wake up?

I do not sleep much. Not because I am crying, not because I am falling apart, just because my brain refuses to switch off, cycling through everything on a loop like it is trying to make sure I have processed every single detail before it lets me rest. I lie there listening to the sounds of the apartment. Derek shifting on the couch at 2am. The refrigerator hum. A car passing outside. The particular silence of a home that has already ended even though nothing is packed yet.

[Cara] It’s been three months now, yet instead of waking up with the sound of my alarm clock, I jolted up on my bed, screaming bloody murder. I’ve been taking meds, helping me with my anxiety and melatonin. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night.

I'm the one who's thinking more and more, and it's hard to sleep. For people who have been exposed to electricity, aka high-voltage electric shock until they are taken to the hospital, my body is all crumpled and the intention is to sleep early ... and now it's two o'clock in the morning, I'm still awake. I can't sleep anymore, imagine the torment! This is all because Zetta is like pouring gasoline into the fire of chaos in my heart, so I'm already in there! What a mess! Fire on chaos. I know... that's too much. But you got the point right?

I’ll stay quiet unless you say otherwise. The moment the channel closed, the quiet pressed in again. And so did the ache. It wasn’t just heat anymore. It was something more layered. Like my body was adjusting to a new rhythm, one it hadn’t been built for. My thighs clenched reflexively. I tried to ignore it. Tried to think. Failed. I didn’t even knock. Richard opened the door like he’d known I was coming. His shirt was wrinkled. His hair wasn’t perfect. His expression was complicated. “I can’t sleep,” I said. “I’ve tried.”

◇PARV POV◇ I wanna wake up and at the sametime I dont wanna wake up my head is aching like hell I felt I'm sleeping on something soft and something in my mouth I moved and seen its sarah I'm sleeping on her and she is naked what happened to her I'm also naked no no did I do something wrong I seen her body is full of bite marks I tried to wake her "Sarah sarah" she is not opening her eyes I'm sure I might be forced her how I should face you sarah why I became like this

M, and I still can’t sleep. I hate that I’m so tired, but yet can’t fall asleep. I think I should have some melatonin in my drawer. I have not taken some in almost a year, but it works like magic. I get up from my bed and I open the cupboard, revealing the medication. I take a few and I go back to lying in the bed. In less than five minutes, sleep carries me in its arms. Far away to a land where my life isn’t entangled in confusion, guilt, and depression.

Jo Tum Na Meri Bahon Mein Main To So Nahi Sakta If you are not in my arms, I can’t sleep. Khuda Ne Tujhko Diya Mujhe Tujhe Main Kho Nahi Sakta God has already given you to me. I can’t afford to lose you right now. Suddenly I heard this song and my sleep broke. Who the hell is playing music at this time? I rubbed my eyes and saw it's 3 am. I looked around my room and suddenly saw a shadow. With a jerk I got up from my bed and in a second I was on my feets.

I don't want to think about anything, maybe if I keep my mind clear I can ease the pain. Maybe if I close my eyes I can rest, but not get to the point of falling asleep, I don't want to sleep here. I'll just rest, like he told me to. ~*~ I wake from my deep sleep due to a strange tingling sensation on my right thigh; it looks as if someone is touching me, passing their fingers up and down over my bare skin.

How would you defend yourself if you’re not awake? I can’t fall asleep. I’m just going to lie here for a little while and then come up with a plan. I stare up at the ceiling, and it’s so quiet here. I can hardly keep my eyes open. Maybe I’ll just close my eyes for a few minutes, I think, convincing myself, as I slowly drift into sleep.