Sleep Deprived Meme Novels & Stories

Yes_you_suck You can consider yourself dead. Chloe_awesome_scott You freaking woke me up in the middle of the night because you are bored?! BEACH! Why was I even worrying? Cereal_killer Wth is wrong with you Soph? Did you forget to take your daily dose of sanity meds? I_pooped I can't sleep. Please don't leave me alone guys. Please? Yes_you_suck You can't sleep because you slept through two classes of history and one class of physics today. Chloe_awesome_scott

Dead asleep, snoring loudly. ****

Monday Morning My alarm shook me out of bed at 6:30 a.m., yanking me into the start of another week. I groaned, rolling over onto my side, sore in spots I shouldn't still be sore from Friday night. A pulsating soreness pulsed between my legs—not painful, just a memory that lingered. My body hadn't let go of him, even if I'd faked it all weekend. I picked up my phone, squinting at the light. A couple of notifications on the screen—Sophie sending a ridiculous meme at 2:00 a.m., José snapping me something I didn't even glance at, and…

dead tired. EdwardBlack1794: awe, you poor thing. why don't you go home and get some rest :) tate_kvngh: exactly what I was having in mind. EdwardBlack1794: but take some meds first before you sleep and some dinner. Maybe some Advil will help you :)

After thinking about it, Zeva just realized that there was actually nothing Zeva needed to be upset about Zero. "I'm sleepy, I want to sleep. Tomorrow I have to get up early to meet my client," said Zeva, whose voice this time was weak and low, no longer curt. "Are you sure you want to sleep in an upset condition? Let's take it out first, the frustration," said Zero. "I'm not upset, I'm just sleepy," replied Zeva. "It's unusual, you fell asleep so fast. Are you tired? What activities were you doing earlier?" asked Zero.

“And trust me by tonight everybody is going to forget about tonight and they're probably going to have something to talk about tomorrow, okay” Nodding vibrantly “okay, I love you so much” pulling her for a hug ____________________________________ When I finally slumped into my bedroom, my phone immediately buzzed. I SOPHIE: Hey you okay? I let out a shaky breath and typed back quickly. Lottie: barely. I just had a night. weird stuff. Lottie: ugh don’t ask lol I leaned back against my pillows, staring at the ceiling. SOPHIE: oh, that sounds rough, well I'm sleep deprived so tomorrow?

Sierra's POV The first month with Will was a blur of diapers and feeding and no sleep. I forgot how hard newborns were. With Katie, I was young. I bounced back. I could run on four hours of sleep and still function. Now? I was forty-two. Four hours of sleep made me a zombie. A slow, forgetful, crying-at-commercials zombie. "You look tired," Louis said one morning. He was being nice. I looked like death. "I am tired. I'm so tired I forgot my own name earlier. I introduced myself to the mailman as 'Will's mom.'"

And there, next to me, his slow, regular breathing. He lies on his side, one arm carelessly draped over my hips, as if he had forgotten he was still holding me. His fingers brush my side, warm, unconscious. His dark hair falls over his forehead. He looks calm. Almost peaceful. Almost vulnerable. I watch him. Too long. He has a dimple in his right cheek when he sleeps. A barely visible mark from the night on his collarbone—a kiss too forceful, perhaps mine. One of my hairs is stuck to his chest, like a thread I haven’t cut.

Unable to stay awake anymore. I lose consciousness.

I asked, with my eyes still shut slightly, my mind a mess, at least if I get a good sleep, it won't kill anyone,would it, “ who?’ i asked again, as i feel myself getting drawn towards the sleep i had been woken up from “Work related i guess, your presence was request” she said yawning, 'Work, work, work !' I have a job, “work?” looking back at good old alarm clock, still resting the wall, “its fucking 2am” i yelled. “ i am not aware” she said sarcastically, “maybe you should end it anyways, it's a weird job, to be this sleep deprived” she said standing up, hastily i stood from my bed, “where's this person’, “living room” she replies just as fast, as she closed her eyes with her hand long