Quotes About Sleeping Alone Novels & Stories

‘So, you’re here alone. I rolled my eyes so hard I saw my own brain. ‘In case your billionaire powers of observation have failed you, Portia and Josh are down there. They’re fully formed human beings. I’m not marooned on a desert island.’ ‘You know what I mean.’ I sighed. ‘Fine. If you mean, am I here alone, unattached, tragically single, a pathetic singleton surrounded by a sea of Valentine’s couples, then yes. Congratulations on your deduction. I am alone. Are you happy now?’

Vieri “What is it?” I called out. Sonia’s voice came through the door almost immediately. “I can’t sleep in my room alone. How about you come join me in the living room?” I blinked. “What?” The words sounded absurd to me. I stepped closer to the door, lowering my voice. “Sonia, you’re not a kid anymore. You can sleep alone.” “I can’t,” she insisted quickly. “I told you before. I hate sleeping alone.”

This house is unbearable without you…' In these past few years, Jasmine's parents had also fallen into a haze of sorrow. The guilt and regret shattered Marlene's mental state. She took a large amount of sleeping pills. Thomas found her and rushed her to the hospital, but the delay meant she could not be saved. Thomas had wanted to bury mother and daughter together, but Lilith told him Jasmine had made her wishes clear before she died. She never wanted to see any of her family again. She had asked Lilith to scatter her ashes at sea. Since then, Thomas would sit every day in her childhood room, staring blankly at the portraits of Jasmine and his wife, lost in memories and in silence.

~~~ *** ~~SERENA~~ *** Being alone means learning how to party on your own. And not just the kind of party where you’re scrolling through your phone in bed with your legs tangled in a blanket and crumbs from a chocolate bar stuck to your collarbone. No. This is a full-blown, stand-on-the-coffee-table, blast-the-record-player party. Sober. Alone.

I had a full head of thick hair, very little gray, maybe even less than Nancy had, and I was still fit with very good skin -- no excessive wrinkles. We ordered appetizers and our entrees, along with a glass of wine for each of us. And we began to chat. "Nancy," I started, "What would make your life easier on a daily basis?" She laughed, "That's easy. I need a partner -- a man -- around to share the burdens and for companionship." I nodded and stayed silent, wanting her to keep talking. She continued, "I mean, I'm not lonely per se; I have my kids around and I love them. They mean the world to me. But sleeping alone is no damn fun, you know?"

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I sit on the edge of the bed and let out a sigh, feeling the exhaustion in my bones. As I lay down, I realize that this is the first time in weeks that I have slept alone. It's strange, but I feel a sense of comfort in the solitude. The bed is surprisingly comfortable, and I soon find myself drifting off to sleep. The sound of my breathing is the only noise in the room, and the silence is almost deafening.

“I’m always alone and I was never scared before.” “You’re always alone?” He asked, glancing up from his plate. “Yea,” I said. “Mom does night shifts because she gets higher pay with that. So, I always sleep alone.” “And you’re not scared of living alone? That an intruder might come up?” He said. “Well, I never thought of it, to be honest. And, I’m kinda used to it so it never occurred to me that it is unsafe.” I said. He shook his head in disapproval and went back to eating.

"You don't have to sound so brutal about it." "I'm just being honest," I said. "But I guess I'm wrong. You can't handle the truth." "Don't," she waved her hand to stop me from saying more. "It's fine. If you want separate rooms, then I'll have no complaints about it." "Are you sure?" I stared doubtfully about it. "You weren't cool about it minutes ago." "I just hate sleeping alone," she replied. "You'll survive," I said. "If you can't sleep alone, then I'll make it possible to have maid sleeping in the same room with you."

"I'm not sleeping on the couch, not at all. Don't expect that." "I can't sleep alone. Why else would I be sharing a bed with Nikita when we have an extra bedroom in our house?" "Uh? You share a bed with Nikita?" "Oh, you didn't stalk me up to that extent? Great." I glanced at the bed. "Sleeping alone on a bed gives me some kind of trauma. It's been since I was a child, I slept with my Mom else I was going to experience a panic attack." He nodded. "I'm kinda confused here. So you don't sleep in the afternoon?"