Shower Thoughts About Sleep Novels & Stories

Why would he want to kiss a baby he wasn’t related to or didn’t even know? The overthinking started to give me a headache so I decided to take another shower. Maybe I would feel sleepy after contact with the water. To get more into the mood, I did a few workouts before showering. When I was done I put on just briefs and climbed into bed. After a few minutes of staring at the ceiling, I was finally washed over by sleep.

The firsts rays of sunshine slip through the beige curtains, I haven’t slept at all, I feel exhausted, but I can’t stay in bed any longer. My head is going to explode with all the fears and thoughts I’m having. I jump in the shower, wishing that refreshing my body will help me clear my head too, but it doesn’t. My whole body is trembling, I can’t control my nerves. I step out of the shower and hear a lot of noise in the bedroom, I wrap my body in a towel and I peek out the bathroom door to see what’s going on.

The sound of running water filled the air as I turned on the faucet, splashing my face and brushing away the remnants of sleep. Cleansed and refreshed, I stepped into the steamy embrace of the shower, relishing in the cascading droplets that washed away any lingering weariness. Thoughts of Levi danced through my mind, the memory of his touch, his laughter, and the undeniable connection we shared. The prospect of seeing him again ignited a spark within me, infusing each step of my morning routine with an added sense of purpose.

The thoughts of me being opposite to the Moon Goddess and how that could be possible just kept on flooding my mind. I decided not to think about it again and went to take a cold shower, hoping that would calm my nerves a bit. As I came out of the bathroom, I changed into nightwear and lay down on the bed. Before I could think of anything more, sleep engulfed me, and I fell asleep almost immediately.

It's 10 am in the morning and I know that it's late. Despite how tired and lazy I am, I force myself out of bed and head to the bathroom, for a shower. I find myself spending some time there and simply letting thoughts, to take over. The hot water surely feels nice on my body and by the time I get out, I feel refreshed and not willing, to get back in bed.

I try to change my thoughts to get out of the cold shower, which is starting to make me shiver, and finally feel my body beginning to understand that I won't do what it desires. I step out of the shower with just a towel and return to bed, pondering how I managed to fall asleep while performing my nightly sallat. I can't believe I was so tired after just a few hours of traveling. I pick up my phone and check my brothers' conversation, smiling to know that Matheus is enjoying the phase of his babies' birth. He has no idea how lucky he is to be by the side of the woman he loves. Matheus: You guys at least are sleeping...

Of course, thinking about a psycho murderer is what half-witted mind people do. I look to my right, at the alarm clock which is resting on the table beside my bed. It is seven o’clock in the evening. I am surprised it took me an entire hour to calm my mind. I huff. This should not have happened. This lets me know that I am tired and my mind needs to calm down again. I really want solitude so I can shush my mind. I get up and go to the bathroom to take a shower. I desperately need a hot shower. Peace reaches my soul whenever I take a hot shower.

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I shut my eyes, imagining the gravedigger’s face. “Why can’t I get him out of my head?” I shook my head, asking no one in particular. “I’ve seen a lot of handsome hot men.” I slid out of the bath tub and went under the shower for sometime, cleaning myself up. Of any dirt. Any filthy thoughts. And whatever was happening. Minutes later, I was on my bed, finding the best possible way to sleep. Minutes turned to an hour and an hour turned to hours, until nightfall came.

My mission? A cold shower, and a drink strong enough to seal away memories from moments ago! ************ Morning came fast. But with it, not the usual calmness I felt whenever I slept in the executive suite. Instead, all I got was these insane nerve wrecking thoughts that just wouldn’t go away. Thoughts that occupied my mind, echoed in my ears, even penetrating through my sleep, creating illusions/dreams. Forcing themselves to the fore front of my mind! Thoughts about her, about that picture, about those interlocked hands.