Sleep Sans Novels & Stories

Just human. "Breathe," he said. When anxiety spiked. When control instinct surged. "Just breathe. You're safe. Pack is safe. Everything is handled. You don't need to do anything. Just breathe. Just be. Just rest." I breathed. Focused on breathing. On Thorne's heartbeat. On bond's warmth. On present moment. On just being. Slowly. Gradually. Something loosened. Something let go. Something released. And I slept. Really slept. Deep sleep. Dreamless sleep. Restorative sleep. First real sleep in weeks. Maybe months.

It always shattered when he least expected it. The following night, exhaustion finally forced him from the room. Travian had drifted into a shallow sleep, his chest rising and falling with fragile consistency, and Soren convinced himself he could spare ten minutes. Just long enough to get caffeine, enough to keep his eyes open when the weight of days threatened to drag them shut.

Kinks: Sleepy sex, somnophilia (consensual), edging, soft domination The room was bathed in shadows, the only light coming from the dim streetlamp outside, casting faint lines across the bedspread. Everything else was quiet, wrapped in a calm so thick it felt almost alive. She lay on the soft mattress, her body still and warm beneath the thin cotton sheet. The vibrator hummed softly between her thighs, its steady pulse a gentle reminder of the pleasure lingering just beneath the surface of sleep.

"I ---- " "Don't say another word. You waltz in here at this late hour, reeking of alcohol. I had to give excuses to my parents about your absence." She was practically shouting then. I deliberately said nothing because I didn't want to unleash all my pent up emotions on her. I also didn't have time for her tantrums either, I was just so damn tired and needed to sleep. I stood up, removed my clothes and took a shower. The warm bath made me feel sleepy, so I laid down on the bed. As I was drifting off to sleep, I heard soft sobs coming from her and soothing fingers on my back. I struggled to stay awake, but my eye lids were not having it.

this sleeping sickness. Dr Kapur’s superior, Sir John Jenkinson, standing over the sleeping bodies of Central Hospital porter Norman Eley and his wife, Corrine—the quietest anyone had ever known the woman—speculated that the sickness in question had traits in common with Kleine-Levin Syndrome: ‘More commonly known as Rip van Winkle disease, or even Sleeping Beauty Syndrome...’ But, again, this was a neurological disorder and not prone to being passed on in such a devastating way. By the time it had been noted that the disease was airborne, after many of the hospital staff who hadn’t come into contact physically with patients began suffering from the same symptoms, the writing was on the wall

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?"

This is crazy. “Let me see, am I forgetting any other thing?” she says, tapping her chin with her index finger. “Ah yes, Sundays. Sundays, my love. My weekdays are so busy and Sundays are sacred for me. I have a zero noise before 10am policy, so I can sleep in. And by zero, I mean zero.” She makes a circle with her finger and thumb for emphasis. “No movement whatsoever in the flat, not even to the kitchen. If you must leave the house, it has to be after 10. If you have to be somewhere before then, you might have to sleep out.”

According to medical professionals, sleeping and, or resting can give a benefit to one's body. When a person sleeps, there are fewer demands made in the heart. The blood pressure will drop and the heart will be able to take a break, and sleeping can also cause the body to release hormones that can slow breathing, and relax other muscles in the body that can reduce inflammation and assist with healing, this Jacob suggested that if Aiden would like to schedule an appointment for a full body massage tomorrow morning or later in the afternoon.

I woke without knowing what time it was, only with the sense that sleep had completely abandoned me. The house was wrapped in a deep silence, broken only by the distant hum of London traffic drifting in through the windows. Beside me, Nate slept peacefully, his face relaxed into an expression of calm I rarely saw on him during the day.

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.