Posisi Tidur Saat Kepala Terasa Pusing Novels & Stories

Harper I opened my eyes with a startle as I blinked a couple of times trying to familiarize myself with my surroundings. I reached for my head with my hand as I groaned. A split headache forming. My neck was stiff and sore, I had to twist it a couple of times. I just had the worst nightmare. Still in my half sleep mode. I yawned as I tried to get up from the chair. I really needed to stop sleeping on the chair after studying.

When Jennifer woke up, she felt a heavy pound in her head. It almost felt as if her head was going to fall off her neck. The ache threatened to split her head into equal segments. As her head kept pounding so heavily, she struggled to make any sense out of her current environment. She was in a room which she could not recognize. Where was she? She was confused. How did she did even got there. She tried to recall but she could not. She struggled and managed to get herself up to a sitting position. With her eyes still scanning the room, she tried to get out of the bed.

Alessia I woke up feeling nauseous. My entire head was spinning, a splitting headache traveling from ear to ear. I let out a groan and turned to the side, bile rising in my throat. There was an incessant beeping sound somewhere above me, worsening my disorientation. “Miss? Can you hear the sound of my voice?”

When she looked around, she found herself sleeping on the bed. Areiza slowly got up and sat on the bed. She rubbed her head and muttered… “How did I woke up in my bed?” The last thing she remembered was that she was with Darren in the living room. After that… she didn’t remember anything… When did I get upstairs? She thought. As she was thinking, Areiza felt a little dizzy. Why I am feeling dizzy? Areiza thought. Areiza felt like she was on fire. She tossed the quilt away and was about to get up when she heard…

My head throbs, my shoulders slump, I'm too goddamn tired and I really need to sleep in my bed. When morning comes, I don't feel any better. I think I'm coming down with something really awful. I run, then stumble into the bathroom when dizziness makes me throw up, I know I need to call my doctor. The room seems to spin around me and I know that this is more than my regular headache.

I will tell him the truth, and finish this secret. The day dragged on in a blur of fragmented sleep and dizzying discomfort. Aria tried to sit up around noon to drink a glass of water, but the moment she shifted her weight, the penthouse spun. Vertigo hit her hard. The edges of her vision blurred with dark spots, and she had to drop her head between her knees, taking shallow pants until the floor stopped pitching beneath her.

The position I was in when I fell asleep was also the position when I woke up when the alarm clock rang next to me. In my deep sleep, I was unable to change positions. It's not like when I was still at my aunt's house where I would change positions from time to time until morning. I got tired. I have been looking for this feeling for several years, and now I felt it again, to wake up without pain in my body and head because my bed is soft.

I woke up in my room. A cloth was on my fore head. It was super cold. I took it off and sat up. My head began to swim. I felt queasy. “Easy…you’ve been out for hours.” Sil’s face swam to view. “Huh, that was not even a nice sleep.” I shook my head clearing the dancing colors. I blinked three times. My vision was still fuzzy. I looked around. Sil was sitting on the computer chair. She looked tired. My clock told me it was five in the morning.

"Hiss, I feel so dizzy!" Amanda experienced pain throughout her entire body, accompanied by a severe headache. It wasn't until she shifted slightly that she realised her head was resting on a strong, muscular arm. A wave of shock hit Amanda as if she had plunged into a vortex, leaving her in a dazed state. When she turned around, she discovered Dickson peacefully sleeping beside her.

Zipporah snuggled her cheeks on warm tough pillows, her neck felt well stationed and she didn’t want to wake up from her comfort spot. The only problem was the thumbing and imbalance her brain felt. It was almost like her bed was walking on a treadmill. She groaned when her knees refused to stretch and her legs felt too light and weak.