Sleep Sans Novels & Stories

he further said. "I understand. But about br—" he interrupted me in the middle of my sentence. "—about breaks, I will tell her to give you some time to breathe, okay?" he let out and I nodded, turning towards him. He kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes, feeling the intimacy. "You need your afternoon sleep. Without it, you're getting cranky." Vexon remarked while I chuckled. He was right. I couldn't function without an afternoon sleep. "What's so special about Newana? How does she know about the weapons?" I asked curiously, while Vexon pulled the blanket over me after I plopped on the bed.

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“And they participated in the sort of games that you would find in Fifty Shades of Grey.” “Kinky bugger!” Paul exclaimed. “Whoever the woman was suffers from obstructive sleep apnoea.” I showed him the small pocket sown on the back of the nightdress. “They put a hard object like a walnut into this pocket and it prevents them from sleeping on their back. If the sufferer did, sometime in the night they would stop breathing.” “Interesting,” Paul smiled. “You’d better take a look at this. It’s a fax message sent from a dance studio. I wonder why they didn’t telephone or send a text message.”

Sleep claimed her, carrying her into a dream-filled slumber, where visions of a future filled with love and endless possibilities danced in her mind. **** In the soft morning light, Mateo and Ariana lay peacefully intertwined on the bed, their bodies still enveloped in the warmth of sleep. The silence of the moment was abruptly shattered by the persistent ringing of Mateo's phone. He stirred, groggily awakening from his slumber, and reached for his phone, blinking away drowsiness from sleep. As Mateo glanced at the screen, his eyes widened with surprise and a hint of concern. The caller ID revealed the name "Doctor Hannah," his fertility specialist and family doctor. With curiosity, he answe

She hurriedly waved her hand and said, "My insomnia has nothing to do with you. I just had a nap in the afternoon and slept for too long, which resulted in me not sleeping at all." Bryson's face immediately became ugly. Could it be that she did not place him in her eyes at all? "Insomnia is more than just drinking. If you want to sleep well, I have a better suggestion." "What suggestion?" Betty immediately wanted to know. "Exercise!" Bryson smirked. Betty hurriedly shook her head, "I don't want it, I just fell asleep and don't want to break out in sweat, much less move." Bryson's smiling expression deepened, "This kind of exercise, you don't need to move, you only need to lie down and enjoy

I grip the armrest for the first few minutes of ascent until finally— Ding. The seatbelt sign is switched off. The plane has leveled out. And the medication has hit me fully. The tension slowly drains from my body like someone is releasing a valve. My eyelids have become heavier. The engine noise fades into background static. And for the first time in days, my mind finally goes quiet. Within minutes, I am fast asleep. Deeply asleep. No nightmares. No panic. No warehouse. No bombs. No Greg. Nothing. Just darkness and rest.

From the common earth human she had inherited very little. She closed her eyes, she looked relaxed. She went into a deep sleep. They had to be on the lookout for her twenty"four hours. Her state was special, she would feed on energy, she would not need food or dietary supplements. Some people have gone through this trance, it is commonly referred to as Catalepsy.

Right before I turned off my phone, I'd received one last message from the wedding planner. [Mr. Duggan, all the paperwork has been taken care of.] I replied: [Thank you.] Then I powered it down. Outside, the sea of clouds stretched on like an endless, silent snowfall. I closed my eyes. For the first time, I realized how light it felt—not having to be the steady one. Not having to be praised for being obedient.

“You don’t have to be jealous. I’m just worried about him.” “I told you he’s fine,” Isis said irritably. “It’s his narcolepsy acting up again.” “Narco what?” she asked, confused. “Narcolepsy,” Isis repeated, holding her hand. “It’s a sudden deep sleep.” “So… he’s just asleep?” she asked. Isis nodded. “It’s a condition. He falls asleep anywhere when it happens. He’ll wake up later. He’s fine.” She froze. That kind of condition must be hard. Falling asleep anytime without control.

Morning came quietly, without urgency or noise. Light slipped gently through the curtains, settling across the room in a calm, steady glow. Gabriel had been awake for a while, sitting at the edge of his bed with his hands resting loosely on his knees. He wasn’t thinking too hard about anything in particular. No long plans, and no pressure to fill the day. He simply sat there, breathing and letting the stillness exist without trying to escape it.