Rough Sleepers Novels & Stories

This woman should be entitled to all the gifts and glees this world has to offer. There had been nights when I could only fall asleep after staying up for several nights without consuming any stimulants. That was it, I had given up on forcing myself to sleep therefore I ran my fingers across the surface of the side table beside me to get some sleeping pills. I’ve always preferred taking Restoril as they not only help to fall asleep but also stay in the same state for as long as it is required.

****** Dhruv → Hi Doctor Dr.→ Hi, Mr. Kapoor. Is everything alright? How is Miss Rose doing? Dhruv → Actually, I texted you regarding her. Dr.→ Tell me what happened. I narrated every incident which happened since last night till now. Dr.→ She is fine Mr. Kapoor. If she is sleeping this much then it's good for her. Like I told you before, she was not able to sleep well in the last 3 months and if she wants to sleep now, then let her.

The problem with her grandmother's health made her parents look stressed, especially when they discovered that Anna's health was starting to decline. -- Richard, lay down on his king-size bed. Her topless body looks sexy, with perfectly formed abdominal muscles. Richard stared blankly at the ceiling of his room. Richard glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand that was right next to his bed. It was 11 p.m., but he couldn't fall asleep. Richard knew he wouldn't sleep again tonight, like the previous few nights. Richard does have Insomnia, but the Insomnia he suffers from doesn't always happen. But recently, the Insomnia he suffered has hit him again.

This is ours. Lila’s breathing had deepened into the slow, even rhythm of true sleep, her small chest rising and falling against me, one tiny fist still curled loosely around the edge of my camisole strap. Mr. Roar was squished between us, his half-stitched eye catching the faint glow from the night-light like he was keeping watch over his favorite human.

PROLOGUE Oops! I Slept in the Wrong Bed Some mistakes can be fixed with a simple apology. Some can be erased by simply forgetting they ever happened. But what if one mistake became the beginning of a story you never expected? Maeve Quinn Ramos is a hardworking, playful, and delightfully absent-minded college student who has just moved into a condominium near her university. Burdened by endless school requirements, sleepless nights, and a schedule that never seems to slow down, all she wants is to find a comfortable bed where she can finally get a good night's sleep.

Since entering the third trimester of her pregnancy, Aurora has been experiencing difficulty sleeping at night. This is not only due to her increased need to urinate 3-4 times a night but also because of the back pain that makes it hard for her to carry out normal activities. Especially when she's tired, she can't sleep without Dave rubbing her back. However, last night, due to the lingering anger in her heart, Aurora fell asleep without Dave's back rub. But last night, Aurora could feel Dave's warm embrace as usual, and his masculine scent actually helped her sleep even more soundly.

Ross had been sleeping in a chair for over two weeks, and it had become his body's enemy. The wooden chair had no mercy. It didn't bend or give, and his poor back made him want to yell for many nights. But most nights, he only mildly grunted and closed his eyes. Ross got about three hours of sleep. Some nights, he dreamed of climbing into bed beside her, but he realized Tippa was still very sick and still could be very well contagious.

“Riven, then. I’m Dr. Vex.” “Can I call you Octavia?” “No.” He smiled. “Worth a shot.” I pulled up his file on my computer. “Your intake form says you’ve had insomnia for twelve years. Tell me about that.” “What do you want to know?” “How many hours do you sleep per night?” “Three, maybe four. On a good night.” “And on a bad night?” “None.” I made a note. “You’ve tried medication?” “Everything. Sleeping pills, melatonin, CBD, meditation apps, weighted blankets. I’ve counted more sheep than a farmer.”

Or someone. “Pathetic,” I muster under my breath but I don’t move away. Instead, I peel the shirt over my head and the cold air hits my skin, making me aware as Goosebumps rises along my arms, tracing the ink that wraps around them. I reach into my drawer and pull out a long nightwear, it’s a set i wear when am in one of my moods. It’s a soft but expensive sleep wear with a flowing fabric that drapes instead of clings to the skin with its thin straps. The kind that shifts when you breathe. The kind that moves when you walk.

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.