Quotes Sleepless Nights Novels & Stories

Tоwеlіng оff, I ѕlіdе bеtwееn thе ѕhееtѕ, nаkеd. Thеrе wаѕ a time I might hаvе tаkеn a ѕlееріng ріll to gеt a full nіght оf sleep, but thеѕе dауѕ, I don’t risk tаkіng thеm. Mу рrоgrаm is tоо іmроrtаnt.

I know not saying goodnight, and just night, could mean I have an attitude, or something is wrong. I didn’t sleep. At all. I laid up all night and watched tv. I just couldn’t go to sleep. Then again, I can’t go to sleep mad. Not that I was really mad, but I knew something didn’t feel right. I never go to sleep mad. It feels like guilt eats me alive if I try to sleep. So, I stay up all night when things aren’t right in my head. I have issues. I grabbed for my phone and saw it was like a minute before my alarm was set to go off. I grumbled and turned off the alarm before it actually went off. I got up and went into the kitchen. I am not one to really drink coffee, but I made coffee. I had no a

I tossed and turned, being unable to shut my eyes and sleep like every normal person. I groaned loudly in frustration, throwing my legs and hands, I turned on my side, grabbing my cellphone on the table, I switched it off, finding out the time was 11 pm and it was freaking crawling! I sighed feeling infuriated and demoralized. Why couldn't I freaking sleep?! Oh! I knew why! It was because of that doctor a few rooms away from me, giving me sleepless nights unknowingly, for two freaking days!

Doctor Joe asks me. "I'm okay," I say with a smile. "Then to what I owe you this visit?" he asks me, he must have other patients too, I didn't want to take much of his time. "I'm, I'm kind of having a hard time sleeping," I say, maybe he could help me. "Hard time falling asleep? Or staying asleep, do you leave your phone an hour before bedtime, sleep in a dark room?" he asks me. "I can't fall asleep and when I do I'd wake up after an hour or two max, I don't use my phone, my room is always dark," I explain to him.

I had developed insomnia and it was getting worse every day. I don't get sleep and even if I try to sleep, I don't do it enough. I don't sleep more than two hours a day. I was drowning in the pressure. It's in over my head. I don't know why I thought I could do this. But still, I couldn't find myself stopping. I was doing it because of Levi. I didn't want him to think of anything work when he wakes up. All he needed to do was rest, rest, and rest. No stress is allowed in his zone.

I sashayed out of the ballroom. ***** Insomnia was something that came with the job. I learned that quite early. After too many months doing all-nighter meetings and work, your body finally gives in to the new routine, and then you find yourself popping sleeping pills just to get a wink of sleep. Not that I’ve slept well after everything that went down between Mr. Stone's six years ago. I had to sleep with an eye open despite the guards I had employed to keep us safe.

I barely sleep at night. An aftereffect of the tranquilizer. Partially due to the severe nightmares. And the fear that someone might try to enter my room at night. I’ve grown accustomed to this. I don't need sleep. The sleepless nights make me pale and the skin around my eyes dark. The less attractive I am in here, the better anyway. The only reason I haven’t scarred my own face is because the won’t give me forks or knives, and they keep my nails too dull to cut anything.

He rarely sleeps at nights cos whenever he does, he gets night terrors, so he's always sleep-deprived for days or weeks. Whenever his eyes finally closes for a proper sleep like this, it's called a shutdown in his case. He's gonna sleep without changing position for many hours, as if he's dead. Axel suddenly came back and turned off the room light before going back. *

Sergei My coffee is growing cold as I review construction contracts for the club renovations. Numbers and timelines should occupy my thoughts, but my mind keeps drifting to last night. For the first time in months, I slept through the night without pills, without nightmares clawing me back to consciousness, drenched in sweat and guilt.

Leroy said, hinting a dashing smile that justing may or may not buy. "You could have just rang your bell requesting for some water." Justin said frankly. "I'm the one with insomnia. I should be awake by this time, not you." It wasn't working. "Fine." He gave up. "I had some nightmares...jumped up damped in cold sweat. Haven't been able to sleep ever since." "The nightmares are getting more frequent than before. Almost like that Chinese drink I gave you made it worse." He was more or less talking to himself.