Open When You Cant Sleep Novels & Stories

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.

I also arranged my belongings for tomorrow before going to bed. It's already 9:40 pm. For me it's still too early at this time. Sometimes, I just read and mostly on facebook and watch EXO and NCT videos because I don't easily fall asleep and my insomnia always attacks. I always drink milk but it still doesn't work. I justudt scrolled on my messenger when I noticed the man I had chatted with earlier. James Von Waltridge :Sorry, but I can't understand what you're saying. Seen Jane Valdez

I can't seem to remember despite searching my memories for it. "Why the hell is this so damn hard? I really have a knack for bringing trouble to myself. I can't even have a one month break without anyghing special happening. What a good life." I murmured sarcastically to myself before closing my eyes and trying to go to sleep. A few minutes later, I was sound asleep.

I am weak right now and we have training tomorrow I have to get some sleep that might help in regaining my strength but I can't sleep no Matter how hard I try I just can't, even sleeping pills don't work anymore. I sighed collapsing on the bed and just closing my eyes maybe if I keep them shut for long I would fall asleep, suddenly a knock came from my door, instead of checking who it was I stood up and grabbed an airpod from my bag I connected it to my phone before I put it in my ears.

“Riven, then. I’m Dr. Vex.” “Can I call you Octavia?” “No.” He smiled. “Worth a shot.” I pulled up his file on my computer. “Your intake form says you’ve had insomnia for twelve years. Tell me about that.” “What do you want to know?” “How many hours do you sleep per night?” “Three, maybe four. On a good night.” “And on a bad night?” “None.” I made a note. “You’ve tried medication?” “Everything. Sleeping pills, melatonin, CBD, meditation apps, weighted blankets. I’ve counted more sheep than a farmer.”

My bedroom door is wide open because it doesn't need to be closed anymore. I fall asleep for real this time. And for the first time in weeks, I know exactly what's going to happen when I wake up.

Maybe, just maybe, she'll help me find the freedom I’ve been craving. As I lay in bed, my hands and feet crossed, staring up at the ceiling, I was too excited to even think about falling asleep. The anticipation of seeing Mia tomorrow kept me wide awake. I decided to try calming my restless mind with some soft instrumental music, hoping it would help me drift off. After a few minutes, the soothing melodies began to settle my thoughts, and soon, I felt my eyelids grow heavy. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep, the music still playing softly in my ears, the headphones still in place, as I slipped into a peaceful, dream-filled rest.

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.

Ann couldn’t sleep a wink that night. The apartment was silent except for the hum of the old fridge in the corner, but in her mind, chaos raged. She lay rigid in bed, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling as if it might answer her unspoken questions. She’d closed the curtains tight—no moonlight to guide her, just blackness—but that only made her thoughts swirl more fiercely.