Quotes Sleepless Nights 소설 & 이야기

Quinn tips her pretty face up to look at me. “I love you.” * I’ve gotten so used to sleeping for just a few hours here and there that sleeping through the night seems weird. Sometimes I wake up in a panic thinking I missed a shift or didn’t hear my phone ring. It’s rare I don’t have to go in for an emergency appendectomy or cholecystectomy on my on-call nights. Pure exhaustion is what helps me sleep through the night, and even then, it still feels weird.

Curled in Colton’s arms in bed, my head laid on his chest as I listen to that steady rhythm of his heartbeat, I doze in and out of peaceful and contented slumber. Something keeps waking me when I start to fall deeply, and I can’t seem to put my finger on it. Like a dream or a feeling that’s just out of sight and seems to jump in to haul me back whenever my consciousness drifts away. An unease or a threatening nightmare maybe, it’s definitely a sense of unease and try as I might, I can’t seem to fall into blissful darkness for any length of time. It’s almost dawn and I have barely dozed for more than twenty-minute slots at a time. I’m frustrated and exhausted, yet I can’t seem to rest.

The pop of a comb on my head jars me awake. "Ow!" I cry. "What'd you do that for?" "You keep falling asleep in my chair," Quincy quips. "Makes it impossible to get this color done right if your head keeps bobbing." "Sorry. I don't know what my problem is," I admit. "I can't seem to get enough sleep lately." "It's all those late-night romps with your lover," Geni sing-songs.

Liv tosses and turns in her bed for the third time since she woke up two hours ago. She was tired when she went to bed, but after waking up in the middle of the night, she completely lost her sleep. The clock on her nightstand shows it's one forty in the morning, and she's suffering from insomnia. It's been a few months since she last had insomnia, since she started college. Liv sighs, sitting up in bed and brushing away some strands of hair that fall into her eyes. She pulls the lilac sheet that covered her body and throws it away, rubbing her eyes with the backs of her hands and searching for her slippers that are somewhere on the floor. Once she finds them, she puts them on, and they fit

she loved being in his arms so much, and it just completed her. "Do you find it hard to sleep every night?" Juliet asked a few minutes later, breaking the silence between the both of them... it took Alex a few seconds before he finally responded... "Yes, sometimes..." He responded... he wanted to sleep, but when he finally got the sleep he wanted, it always ended up becoming a nightmare for him, so most times, he found it hard to fall asleep... he wanted to avoid his nightmare as much as possible... "Have you seen a doctor about it?" She continued with her questions, and Alex nodded... "Yes, I have, I was prescribed some sleeping pills if it doesn't work much,"

At times, May can decide to sandwich herself in our bed like a child, saying she's afraid of nightmares. Seven and I kiss goodnight and he switches off the light. I don't have the urge to sleep tonight. I have a lot of baggage in my head and it's stressing me out. But most of all, Seven's illness is the one eating up my head, causing insomnia. It has been like this for a couple of nights now. I just stay up at night eyes closed but my mind wide open, swallowed in thoughts. Seven is sleeping peacefully right next to me. Seven suddenly creeps out of bed and heads to the washroom.

Quinn did a double take, wondering what he was talking about just then. "You don't know me, and Ryan's condition is unknown because of me, but I can sleep as if it's no big deal. You might not believe it, but I'm being honest here—people can die if they suffer too many sleepless nights." "I'm here to sleep with you, Sam," Quinn said. "I didn't sleep well last night myself, and I'm also worried you won't sleep well now since you might be stressed." Sam was left staring at Quinn—this was going differently from what he imagined.

He said softly, "I want to sleep." Then, he closed his eyes. His breathing began to turn slow. He'd fallen asleep already? Larissa was shocked at how quickly he fell asleep. The country had 300 million young people with sleeping disorders. Ross' ability to fall asleep quickly would've made insomniacs so envious. Larissa changed her posture and piggy-backed Ross instead. She hailed a cab and checked in at a random hotel. Larissa wasn't sure if she sensed things correctly. But she felt like someone had been watching them this entire time.

Her breathing grew steady. This was the deepest sleep she'd had in years. She didn't even dream. "Good. No more sleepless nights," Tabitha thought vaguely. For years, her insomnia had been so bad she needed medication. First, it was when Daphne provoked Derek, and he gave her the silent treatment. She stayed awake all night waiting for him. Later, after being framed and undergoing chemotherapy, she was curled up in a hospital bed, barely able to breathe, much less sleep.

Kathy inched closer towards him, closer and closer until he had no choice but to cradle her head in the nook of his arm and allow her breasts to brush tantalizingly against his chest. STILL.TORTURE. " Why do you have a hard time sleeping? " He didn't answer right away. Finally, he said, " When I sleep, I have a bad dreams, and they make me...unable to breathe. " Even in the darkness, he could sense her alarm as she pushed herself up, demanding, " But won't you die if you don't sleep? " He pulled her back down in his arms, murmuring soothingly, " It's not like that. " Not unless someone could die of guilt. " I have medication, but I've stop taking them. "