Read This When You Can T Sleep Novels & Stories

“Here’s the plan. Sleep. Wake up. Go to that witch. Find out whatever needs to be found out. And then—” …My brain fills in the rest on its own. I shake my head violently. “No. Absolutely not. Focus.” The silence refuses to help. “I said focus, Raiden.” Nothing. I drag another pillow over my face. Maybe suffocating would work. After a minute, I yank the pillow off and glare at the ceiling again. “Perfect. Just perfect. First night she’s here and I can’t even sleep properly.” I pause. “…this is ridiculous.” I roll over for the fiftieth time.

Not blinking. Something really isc razy. I feel it deep in my bones.

) for attention and punishments. I keep reading the sentence over and over, my finger clicking on the links in the text. I continue reading the new websites, clicking on more links and night falls, my apartment is now dark. The light from the sun has gone, I know I said no sleep or eating, but I need sleep.

The kind of melody that comes from knowing I have them alive in my arms. I let out a long sigh and attempted to redirect the rising rage towards the general once again. Fuck! I realized I wouldn't be able to sleep, so I got up and walked to the adjacent room. I tapped on the button for an invisible drawer to pop out. I quickly took some and sprayed some sleep aid to knock me out because the big day starts tomorrow.

No mistakes. I have to be there early - six in the morning, which is way before my alarm usually goes off - but even though I tell myself over and over again how much I need sleep, my body doesn't want to listen. I keep thinking about Orlando's deep, mesmerizing eyes. About his perfectly tousled hair. About how hard and strong his body felt on top of mine when he pushed me out of the way of that car... Well, this certainly isn't helping. With a sigh, I roll over and flip on my lamp, then pull my giant collection of Shakespeare onto my lap. If I can't sleep, I might as well do something useful. And reading in bed often makes me drowsy, which should help.

A shrieking sound overwhelm my sense of hearing, as i subconsciously stretched my hands, to end my misery, as my phone buzzes under my pillow, fuck its 4am already?, maybe thirty minute rest would do just fine, Swiping the snooze button, my hands slip off the screen, just a little sleep wouldn't hurt, would it? One hour past

he said and somehow I could feel some sadness in his voice. I frowned. “But that’s…” Another huge yawn. “Not good.” Humans need sleep. How had he survived all this time on only a few hours a night? “We should fix that Chamomile tea. Meditation. Melatonin…” My voice drifted off, I was tired unlike him I neeeded my beauty sleep. If only my head didn’t feel so heavy and the bed weren’t so comfortable, I could make him tea or find a guided YouTube meditation or something.

He groaned. "It's four in the fucking morning and I haven't gotten a wink of sleep despite having been working all day yesterday and I have tried literally everything to fall asleep," He grumbled in frustration, Nicole wrapping her arms across his chest and resting her chin on his shoulder. "I stopped coffee at 6, even took a warm bubble bath, tried working out to tire myself, did meditation and yoga, counted fucking sheep, and still I can't bring sleep to come,"

I don't wan6him to sounge me but yet i can't do anything because my body bearly worls. ______________________________ Hey cutas, so how was the chapter of today. Happy reading to all of you and good night though Because my eyes feels sleepy. and don't be the silent Reader be the rebellious. Bye bey ~🫶🏻🥂🎀

I had a hard time falling asleep. Even though I have taken a warm bath, drinking warm milk and the lights have been turned off, my eyes are still awake. The thick silence made my heart beat wildly. Imagining bad things that might happen to me. I thought I'm getting used to doom. But that seems wrong. I'm not used to it at all.