Rough Sleepers Novels & Stories

Rose helped her back on her bed, “The others are taking a nap. Just rest, when you wake up I promise you’ll feel so much better.” Zipporah began to argue but her bones gave way to fatigue and she slept, with her best friend by her side.

This whole nightmare thing is news to me, so yeah, I’m just as surprised as you are," I said quickly, the words tumbling out too fast as I kept my eyes anywhere but on his. Dr. Roman studied me for a long, quiet moment, then gently set his pen down. "One last question," he said, his voice softening like he didn’t want to startle me. "Just so I know what to prescribe to help you rest, would you say you're a light sleeper or a deep one?" "Rest? He should try saying that to my father. I’d barely returned and already managed to turn half of Russia on its head. Not only had I been lying useless in this bed for three straight days, but he actually believed sleep was the solution to the storm I was

Svanna asked after waiting a long time for Nightroe to make up his mind. “Will you really let me touch you if I tell you the results?” The man’s deep voice sounded heavy with a tone of certainty. Svanna nodded quickly. She caught a glimpse of Nightroe’s Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. Before he finally spoke, “The doctor said I often skip sleep, and that causes me to constantly have headaches. Maybe I’ll recover gradually if I can manage my sleep schedule properly.” Is that all? Really? Svanna’s first reaction was silence; she tried to accept Nightroe’s words as absolute truth, even though her instincts seemed to reject them.

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.

My mood changed drastically and Sebastian noticed this. He asked what was wrong with me and I didn't know if it was a good idea to tell him what was happening to me. -It's hard to explain. -You didn't sleep very well, did you? -Is it that noticeable? -Why can't you sleep, is something bothering you? -No, it's just that I can't get to sleep. -But I can tell you're tired, tell me what's wrong. -It's hard to explain. -I know I shouldn't interfere but it's wrong that you don't sleep, you're affecting your health.

The room filled with the sounds of his grunts and my moans, in between the rhythmic beating of our skin slapping together. I awoke in a cold sweat, my forehead and chest beaded with perspiration. I looked over to see if Travis was still in my bed. He was lying on his stomach softly breathing, undisturbed. I sighed and pulled my knees up to my chest, resting my forearms on them. It wasn’t often Travis and I shared a bed but every now and then we allowed each other the comfort we found in one another’s company.

He might as well have drifted off to sleep. "Dad?" Juana reminded him that she had just asked a question begging for an immediate answer. But he was as quiet as ever. She heard the snores; he had fallen asleep, or so she thought. She switched off the lights and walked out of the room with a sullen look. The drama that just happened would live with her for the rest of her life. After shutting the door, she heard Baron let out a short groan. As if the strange call and her awful period cramps were not enough, now she had to battle with her father's condition. She didn't go to her room straightaway, she didn't go to the kitchen either. She sat on the couch by the hallway and stared at nothing. W

She let out a small sigh, then rolled onto her stomach and returned to the deepest of dreams. She was a stomach sleeper. Huh. No wonder why neither of us had woken back up again in the night on the couch. I’d always been a back sleeper, so we’d both been in our natural, most comfortable state stacked up on top of each other as we’d been. Which…helped perk the morning wood back to life in me.