Sleep Sans Novels & Stories

He had a glass of amber liquid in front of him—neat scotch, by the smell of it—and a tablet glowing with a spreadsheet that looked like a digital headache. "You scared the life out of me," I whispered, pressing my hand over my racing heart. "Do you ever sleep, or do you just recharge via Bluetooth like the rest of the equipment in this building?" Silas didn't laugh. He didn't even crack a smile. He turned the tablet off, the blue light vanishing and leaving us in the heavy, silver darkness. "Sleep is a luxury for people who don't have a Board of Directors trying to decapitate them. Why are you up, Elena? Are the silk sheets not to your satisfaction?"

On it, someone had written with a childish scrawl: "Reconciliation Ticket." "You promised me, Shana, that no matter what I did wrong, you'd give me a chance when I showed this to you," he begged. "We've been by each other's side for 15 years, in love for eight years. Is everything so worthless to you that you can forget about it so easily?"

She was in a daze. After a while, the sound of even breathing came from her ears. Shawn fell into a deep sleep. He held her in his arms, the clothes on his shoulders were half wet and half dry, and even the tips of his hair were still dripping with water. However, he fell asleep. Shawn was a very light sleeper. Even the slightest movement could wake him up, not to mention that he used to suffer from insomnia and could not sleep all night. Today, he fell asleep in the car in just a few minutes, which showed that...

Edward would start his real treatment tonight. Andrew had dark circles under his eyes from being so tired. He yawned and slumped onto the sofa, saying, "I'm going to take a quick nap." He had not been sleeping well for years and found it hard to fall asleep. However, now, after being so busy, he fell asleep right away and even began to snore. Edward gently put a blanket over him. "Let's step outside," Tisha said in a hushed voice. They all crept out quietly.

Then when she went to take a nap, she never woke up again. Knowing this, Jake was terrified to sleep. Scared that he would see his mother's dead body on her bed, scared that he wouldn't open his eyes again after he fell asleep, just like her... but not sleeping for long periods of time greatly affected his health. The medicine prescribed to him didn't work, only making him feel entrapped in his sleep unable to wake up, making things worse. In the end, he found the solution to drugs. Only then could he have a dreamless sleep and because he would be out of his mind when taking them, he wouldn't even notice when he had fallen asleep. Even so, Jake didn't dare to use such methods often. He would

I smiled once again explaining why my plan was so generous whilst taking a look to Russell, who seemed as though he already had a plan of his own. “I know the perfect one, it’s called The Deadly Sleeping Drought, it’s this colourless, tasteless and odourless potion that you can put into anything, drinks, food the lot and it will slowly shut down sometimes body. They’ll think at first, they’re not getting enough sleep, or their ill but within a week, they are basically, paralysed.” He said walking over to another notebook and beginning to write things down as though he was brainstorming, but Lincoln popped up with another question.

He fell asleep. Not the fitful, alert doze of a man on a mission, but a deep, plunging, dreamless sleep. His body went completely lax against Anton’s, his breathing evening out into long, slow draughts. The harsh lines of worry and concentration smoothed from his face, making him look younger, unburdened.

And when my orgasm came around again, it had nearly destroyed me, but not as much as the feeling of Conan coming apart in me had rocked me. “Aren’t you tired?” I yawned, watching Conan through half-droopy eyes. We’d gone at it fast and furious, and the slow and sweet, and I was ready to pass out, he still looked alert and awake. “If by ‘tired’ you mean you wore me out, perhaps,” he said in an uncharacteristically teasing tone. “But if you’re asking whether I’m sleepy, no.” “Why??” I mumbled.. “I have insomnia. I sleep for just a few hours a night— and that's if I'm lucky.

“Riven, then. I’m Dr. Vex.” “Can I call you Octavia?” “No.” He smiled. “Worth a shot.” I pulled up his file on my computer. “Your intake form says you’ve had insomnia for twelve years. Tell me about that.” “What do you want to know?” “How many hours do you sleep per night?” “Three, maybe four. On a good night.” “And on a bad night?” “None.” I made a note. “You’ve tried medication?” “Everything. Sleeping pills, melatonin, CBD, meditation apps, weighted blankets. I’ve counted more sheep than a farmer.”

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.