Open When You Cant Sleep Novels & Stories

I reckon I'll do better and be in less pain if I'm on my own. Staring up at the ceiling, I don't count the moments that pass. I can't hear anything, and it seems no one else is in this house. I close my eyes, deciding to maybe get more sleep. Hopefully, I'm not haunted by nightmares again. However, the second I feel my body relaxing, I hear footsteps coming towards the door. I keep my eyes closed, even as the door rattles and opens. My heartbeat spikes, but I try to pretend I'm asleep the best I can.

On the fifth night, I couldn’t sleep. The ceiling fan spun useless circles. My skin felt too hot under the thin sheet. I kept replaying the bedroom scene in flashes….Kieran’s hips rolling, Maria’s moan, the wet sound of them together but the memory had started to warp. It hurt less, It made me angry instead. I opened my phone. Me: You awake? His reply came in under a minute. Tony: Yeah. What’s up? Me: Can’t sleep. Mind won’t shut off.

I walked away from the door quickly flipping through my phone; It was 12:36 pm; going to my room possibly to sleep for a while. I connected my headphones to my phone playing a song or two fromAll Time Lowto distract myself and fall into a deep sleep. Knock Knock knock. I growled. Knock Knock knock. "Let us sleep!" she squeaked sleepily. Knock Knock knock! “Fuck, you can't rest even in your own house anymore.” I muttered, getting up vaguely from the bed, pouting to get away from her, I annihilated the door with my eyes, eliminating any trace of the tender pout by pursing my lips.

Aurora’s P.O.V I lay there, wide awake, staring at the ceiling. It felt like I hadn't slept in days, but every time I tried to close my eyes, my mind refused to rest. The exhaustion was pulling at me, but it was like I couldn't surrender to it. The small clock on the bedside table ticked away in the silence of the night, each second reminding me of how much I needed sleep. But the minutes stretched on, dragging me deeper into an anxious state, as if the night itself was refusing to let me go.

He bit his lip to give me what I wanted until suddenly we both arched our backs and knew we had reached the point of happiness. I can't sleep, I've been tossing and turning for hours and every passing second is worse than the last. I lie down on my back and close my eyes. I start counting apples falling from my favorite tree. By the third one, I'm already fed up, and I sit up in bed. Why can't I sleep?

DAMIEN I wake up to the sound of waves crashing against the shore, a rhythmic reminder of the paradise we’re supposed to enjoy. My eyes flutter open, and for a moment, I’m disoriented. The room is filled with light, the curtains billowing softly in the breeze. I sit up, feeling the weight of the previous night’s decisions settle heavily on my chest. The bed is empty beside me, as it has been for the past few nights.

He told me. It kind of left me confused for a moment... shrugging off those thoughts, I'll just use my day off to relax since I'm done with all the work. Throwing myself on the bed, I closed my eyes so I could go back to sleep. But the littlest sounds prevents me from doing so. sfx: scratch, scratch*

Someone has to track it and kill it before tomorrow night. I lay back in my bed and close my eyes waiting for my consciousness to leave this realm. I stay on my bed with my eyes closed waiting and waiting but nothing happens and then realization hits me. I can't make the jump. ********************************************************

" he said. And so I dragged my battered body back home. After what seemed like forever, I arrived at the front door, which I wouldn't open no matter what I tried. When the alarm blared loudly, Elise strutted over and opened the door, her head held high. She said, covering her mouth in a mockery of an apologetic expression, "Oh, it's you, Shana. I'm sorry. I couldn't remember the complicated passcode, so Harold changed it into something simpler." I nodded expressionlessly instead of breaking down like she'd wanted, so she pouted in disappointment. Harold, on the other hand, was satisfied with my reaction—he probably assumed that I'd taken his words to heart. He picked a fallen leaf from my ha

I groaned inwardly, hearing the voice of my best friend Ava. "Why can't I just have a peaceful sleep, even just for once?". In a sleepy tone, I expressed my frustration, questioning why I couldn't experience a single night of undisturbed sleep. However, my tranquility was abruptly interrupted as she pulled open the curtains, causing me to instinctively close my eyes tightly due to the blinding rays of the morning sun flooding into the room.