Open When You Cant Sleep Novels & Stories

Chapter 31 ANNA I couldn't get any sleep for some reason and because of this, I decided to while away time by watching videos on YouTube and doing absolutely anything I could so that my eyes would get tired and so that I could finally fall asleep but it seemed as though nothing was working and instead of trying to keep forcing myself to sleep, I made up my mind to just keep watching videos and I was doing just that until suddenly, I heard my door slowly being pushed opened and as soon as someone walked into my bedroom door, I'm quick to switch on the lamp.

With all of my homework done, I drift off to deep slumber, temporarily getting rid of the mixed-up thoughts this day has thrown my way. As I open my eyelids, I'm greeted by the cold gusts of wind coming into the small gap of the unclosed window of the room. I wear my hoodie and then slide the window shut. I turn the lights on and then saunter out of the room. Kent is still wandering in my brain, but lesser than he did before my seemingly long nap. I look at my wristwatch and find it's still three-forty in the morning — early dawn, technically.

And I really want to sleep because I was already talking a lot, it'll just make me even more confused I just closed my eyes, it would help, just trust me. About seven minutes I can also sleep hihi, see I've counted it pfft ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzZzZZZZZZzzzZZZzzzZzzzzzzzzzz *THE NEXT MORNING*

At least in her dreams she can fully have a good rest. Heavenly. She enjoys the comfort of the soft cushion of the bed nursing her painful back. In no time, she bet, she will be dozing off. The eyelids of her eyes are freed to close itself; however, Maridelle could not sleep. After few seconds of closing her eyes, she found herself staring at the boring ceiling.

EVAN I don’t sleep. Not in the way sleep is supposed to work. I close my eyes. My body goes still. Time passes without rest, like a machine idling in the dark. When I open my eyes again, the room feels unchanged—same pale light pressing against the curtains, same city sounds leaking through stone and glass, same weight sitting on my chest like it’s always been there and I just forgot to name it.

Chapter 13 Jordan POV I didn’t sleep. I tried. I did the whole routine—lights low, phone facedown, breathing slow like I’m in a wellness commercial. I even drank chamomile tea like a woman who has her life together and doesn’t know the meaning of “grand jury.” None of it worked. Because the second I closed my eyes, I felt it again. That spark. That jolt. That heat that didn’t make any sense for two adults who should, at minimum, be capable of behaving like they’ve passed a background check.

Sleep aid. Normally, I never take anything stronger than ibuprofen. But after everything recently? After the nightmares? After the panic? I don’t trust myself being trapped awake on a plane for seven hours with nowhere to go, especially not after the kidnapping. Especially not in an enclosed space. I stare at the packet for a second before quietly slipping one pill into my mouth and washing it down with some water. Hopefully, this will help me relax. Help me sleep. Help me not to think. My phone buzzes just before I put it on flight mode.

He was half awake when he called me. "Why are you standing there? Jayden asked in a deep tone. "Nothing " "You can't sleep? "Uh... maybe" "Mmm. You know what babe... come here" "Okay. One minute" I shut the window and closed the curtains before returning back to the bed. I sat close to Jayden. "You must be having a hard time. Care to share it with me? "I'm not having a hard time. Just that I can't seem to fall asleep and I do not know why. Look, I'm not worried about anything okay "

chapter two ‘It’s time. Come, quickly... I need you!’ The words followed him, up out of unconsciousness as he was roused from his precious sleep. Precious, for him especially as an insomniac. The time he spent in a dream state—especially these days—was few and far between, and he resented anything that interrupted it.

I wake up the next morning as early as I did yesterday. Maybe even earlier. Sleep and I have been at war lately, and I’m losing badly. No matter how exhausted I feel, my mind just won’t shut off. I’ve tried all the tricks—warm milk, deep breathing, calming music—but nothing works. Last week, my doctor prescribed me some medication to help, but even those feel like a temporary bandage over a wound that refuses to close.