Novel & Cerita Sleep Deprived Funny Sleep Memes

You: Well, the girls were planning to go to the movies then hang out, want to come? My idiot❤️: Sure, sounds like fun. You: Great, it's on Tuesday at 11:00 am. My idiot❤️: Yeah, that's not gonna happen. You: ??? My idiot❤️: I'm still asleep by that time. You: Then don't be asleep, set an alarm early. My idiot❤️: Hunt, spring break is my time to sleep in. I need my beauty sleep. You: Boi, too late for that. You already ugly, no sleep would change those bags under your eyes🤭

"I have to meet with the show's director today. Besides, it's not appropriate for us to hang out together given our relationship." Reading this message, Victor anxiously chomped on more mint gum. What's not appropriate? The just-woken man lay on his bed, staring glumly at his phone. His hair was a mess from sleep, with a cowlick sticking up in the middle, bobbing as he shook his head. Victor pouted, not knowing how to respond. He ended up sending a self-made meme. The meme was of himself, teary-eyed, with a caption saying "Okay" in a sad voice.

I climbed onto the opposite side of the bed, knowing full well I wasn't going to fall asleep anytime soon. I pulled out my phone, opening up social media apps to pass the time. I scrolled through funny short videos, read relatable memes, and quietly chuckled to keep myself entertained. At one point, I became thirsty from laughing so much, but when I glanced over at the nightstand, I realized there wasn't a bottle of water by the bed in case either of us woke up thirsty during the night. I'll just go downstairs and fetch some later, I thought to myself, brushing it off and going right back to scrolling through my feed.

The call went further than the minutes she remembered, and the colour drained from her face over the fact that Jayden had watched her sleep. She hoped she hadn't drooled in her sleep, as if she had, he was going to hold that over her head for weeks. Going back to hers and Jayden's chat, she saw he had texted her both last night and that morning. ‘You fell asleep during our first friendship movie night. I’m offended, and I will be expecting compensation.’ was what his text from the previous night read. ‘Good morning, sleepyhead, don't tell me you're still asleep.’

He closed the light and sat on the other side of the bed working on his laptop " Don't you sleep?" I asked softly He smiled, " I've got a goal that's worth more than my sleep. I have some work that needs to be done." I looked at him in awe and he laughed " KIdding! Because I sleep too much, I have some pending work, so I'm trying to finish them." I laughed, " You are dealing with so much in the morning, big bro, your body is tired, you have to sleep. Tired minds don't plan well, sleep first then plan." I scoffed

I'm so mentally exhausted. Once we arrived home. I plopped on the couch and ended up falling asleep. This is what lacking sleep will do. I woke up a few hours later. And had this funny feeling. I hope I'm wrong. I can't deal with more bad things. "Miss Anderson." I look up to see Lance with a concerned look. "Please tell me is good news and you're just concerned cause it's in your nature." I sighed as I sat straight. "While you were sleeping, celebs news came on and there's-"

‘I mean, they’ve been in a coma-like state for a while now, that means they don’t need quite so much food and water. ‘Like being in hibernation, you mean?’ offered Strauss. ‘Yeah. But the human body still needs sustenance to survive. And he looks pretty healthy to me.’ Bridget caught herself. ‘Apart from the obvious, of course.’ Strauss cocked his head. ‘It’s entirely possible. I guess we’ll see when I take a closer look at these samples, won’t we?’ What was concerning him more than that was Bridget’s comment from earlier. If these Sleepers, for want of a better word, were in cocoons, what would happen when the secretion had finished whatever it was doing to them? Would they really be replac

“Good morning, Haru. How was your sleep?” I brushed his hand away from my head, my face hot with embarrassment. If I told him I had masturbated while thinking about him last night before going to sleep, and the fact that during sleep, I also dreamed of doing him, which made me so deliriously happy, would that count as a good night’s sleep? I muttered, “It’s okay. Sleep is sleep.” Aiden cocked his head to one side. “You’re moody today.”

Please don't forget to vote for me and also drop a comment, I'm seriously in need of a comment. And ice-cream... I want ice cream... All of a sudden. Hmm. Told you I was weird. But still, I want ice cream. I'll go get one... Wait I just remembered... It's 11:05pm. Everyone is asleep. So good night. Bye. Until we meet again.

"You're losing control, King. Maybe you need a break." "Screw you," I say between gasps for breath. Exhausted, I walk to the wall, turn, and slide down until I land on my butt. I rub the scar on my cheek while melatonin floods my brain in reaction to more K-5 subsiding. Within a few minutes, I can evenly draw air into my lungs and human, post-shift laziness takes over. Finally, something easy to fight. I don't have time for sleep right now.