Rough Sleepers Novels & Stories

x - x - x Roth entered Tristan’s room in haste, “Hey what’s up? Everything good?” Tristan had been standing before the window looking outside, “No, I can’t sleep in new places, you know…” He stopped speaking as he took in the sight of Roth in a bathrobe, water dripping off of him. Roth looked down at himself, following Tristan’s gaze, and smothered his bathrobe, looking embarrassed. “You had been taking a shower? At this time?” Tristan wondered loudly, and before Roth could get a chance to speak, Tristan moved closer and placed a hand on Roth’s arm, looking into his eyes, “Are you having trouble sleeping too?”

A satisfied smile tugged at his lips as he watched her sleep. His finger went to his neck. He recalled the scene where her hand grabbed his neck, her cold eyes had looked at him and he sighed. He wasn't supposed to like it. But somehow he knew he did. * * * The next morning, Andrea opened her eyes and found herself still sleeping on Louis's leg. Feeling the movement, Louis groaned and opened his eyes. He had fallen asleep on the floor. Andrea quickly stood up and walked over to the bed. "Good morning Andrea,"Louis groaned, his body aching from sleeping on the floor.

“I'm sorry. That sounded terrible." “Don’t worry about it. At least you and Jiho were able to keep from arguing the entire time,” Jeremy stated. “Well, guys. It’s time we crash for the night. Hae Mina looks like she’s about to collapse. Duskin’s fallen asleep twice since earlier and I can’t hold a drumstick anymore. Anyone else up for sleep?” “I am,” Hae Mina replied. “Same,” Cass yawned. “It’s later than I thought,” Yang Dae-Su replied as he sat his guitar on its stand. Kyung Jiho copied his action.

Chapter 120 Unknown “Get up!” A hoarse voice interrupted Rosa's sleep before she felt a pair of rough palms gripping her shoulders hard. It had to be a dream. Tossing in her sleep, she turned her head in a more comfortable way before snoring softly. It was a tough day for Rosa. She didn't know when she slept off at the table after putting on her thinking cap. Frustrated at the absence of ideas, she succumbed to a short sleep.

To give them their due, they held off until the first of the Sleepers attacked. But when they struck, they did so quickly. Bridget saw two British soldiers set upon almost immediately. The Sleepers raked at his mask, pulling it off in spite of his protests. If they needed any evidence of what would happen without breathing gear, they got it now. The soldier only had to take a couple of breaths and he fell over sideways, demonstrating what should have happened with the tranqs. The virus had sped up, if anything, not gone away. The soldier only had to inhale near a Sleeper and that was that. They pulled off his gloves, ripping the material of his jacket and combats, exposing his skin to the ai

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

Jepherson made a phone call before he went back to lie on another bed. People tended to suffer from insomnia when they were troubled by something. For instance, Raeleigh was experiencing it then. She couldn't fall asleep, even though she didn't toss and turn. After lying down for a short time, Jepherson turned over, facing Raeleigh. He closed his eyes and covered himself with a blanket. Raeleigh also closed her eyes, but she couldn't fall asleep.

Larissa's sleep quality improved significantly. Nearly every night, around 11 pm, she would begin to feel drowsy, and within a couple of minutes of closing her eyes, she would fall into a deep, dreamless slumber. She would wake up to the warm glow of daylight, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated.

Nash wasn't going to go easy on me tonight just because I was sleep deprived. After entering the room and doing the paranoid ritual, I flopped onto the bed. The pillow was fluffy and the mattress soft. I was totally at bliss with how they seem to eat up my fatigue. I sank further into the bed after removing my shoes but didn't bother changing into sleepwear. With a large yawn, it didn't take long for me to drift off.

Why are giving me that kind of look? I rolled my eyes and shoved him aside before attempting to envelop my entire body in the blankets. Arnold, much to my astonishment, proceeded to lay beside me, put his arm around my waist, and then buried his face into the crevice of my neck. ‘‘You're quite a restless sleeper, do you know that hmm...?’’ he whispered, his voice was hoarse. ‘‘Struggling and kicking around are relatively minor concerns, but you also occasionally suffer nightmares, and at other times you might even start crying. To tell you the truth, I've never been able to get a good night's sleep because of these. Please try not to move, okay? Let me take a nap…’’