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.

Tоwеlіng оff, I ѕlіdе bеtwееn thе ѕhееtѕ, nаkеd. Thеrе wаѕ a time I might hаvе tаkеn a ѕlееріng ріll to gеt a full nіght оf sleep, but thеѕе dауѕ, I don’t risk tаkіng thеm. Mу рrоgrаm is tоо іmроrtаnt.

It looks like a face screaming. He doesn’t sleep.

I never sleep in, I’ve got too much work to actually allow myself more than ofur hours of sleep. It’s not enough but once a year i treat myselg with a week off where i do nothing but catch up on sleep and pray that my pack doesn’t catch fire while I’m away.

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.

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.

She just tossed one last comment over her shoulder: "Just so you know, the clinical data says the sudden death rate for chronic sleep deprivation is between 5% and 10%. Do with that what you will." Then, she went to the bedroom and crashed. Cassian crushed his cigarette, leaned his head back, and closed his eyes, taking one shaky breath. He sat there like a statue for a long time before finally getting up to wash. By the time he crawled into bed, Trista was already out cold. The next morning, the alarm went off right on time. Trista stretched and sat up, only to find Cassian sitting there looking like a ghost. He was wide awake, staring into space with massive, dark circles under his eyes.