Sleep Smarter Novels & Stories

"You know for a fact as a doctor that dreams or nightmares are formed because our brain works 24/7, even when we are asleep, right? If you are stress, the probability of you, dreaming the thing that stresses you are high. And for example those high school girls out there. They always think about the guy they have a crush on, so when they fall asleep, the guy is in their dreams. The same goes for you. Because you are stressed and shaken up with the zombie outbreak, you dreamed about it while you are sleeping." At the moment, I am not a doctor, but a patient, and Sean is my doctor, giving me scientific explanations that of course, as a doctor I should know. But then I am not in the right state

In any case it needed charging, so I left it in my bedroom on charge. “You okay in there sweetheart?” I hear mom ask the other side of the door. “Yes, I’m all good, Mom thanks for checking.” “Do you need anything?” “No, I’m all good. I have a glass of water and I brought a banana up with me.” I like to have a banana before I sleep, they’re so good for the body and I swear they help me sleep. I mean they contain all that potassium and B6 vitamins and renowned for promoting better quality of sleep. It works for me, especially when I’m stressed and like I have been the last month or so.

Melanie gave her diagnosis. “Not bad. You do have some skills,” Maximilian said approvingly. “I suggest you prepare for bed earlier each day, and avoid thinking about work half an hour before bed. Try not to think too much when you’re in bed. These would help with your sleep issues,” Melanie went on. “Okay…” Maximilian nodded in acknowledgement. Melanie thought she could change the subject at that point, and find out about the gene technology behind her shoulder or about Tempest… To her surprise, Maximilian looked at her and said, “It’s your turn now.”

Larissa's sleep quality improved significantly. Nearly every night, around 11 pm, she would begin to feel drowsy, and within a couple of minutes of closing her eyes, she would fall into a deep, dreamless slumber. She would wake up to the warm glow of daylight, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated.

Daemon finds the situation amusing and laughs hysterically. I close my eyes, allowing myself to fully surrender to the tranquility of the moment. My thoughts become still, and my body sinks deeper into the mattress. The rhythmic sound of my breath becomes a gentle lullaby, guiding me into a state of deep relaxation. As I drift off to sleep, I am grateful for this moment of respite. Tomorrow may bring new challenges and responsibilities, but for now, I am enveloped in a cocoon of peace and tranquility. I surrender to the embrace of sleep, knowing that I have taken the time to nurture my mind, body, and soul.

The light peeking amplified her beauty, like the painting of an angel with a warm smile to bless whichever soul praying for a miracle. I hugged him and covered the sheets over us. “Happy anniversary. I love you, but we really need to work on your waking habits... It’s too early.” I muttered, and he slipped out of my arms. “You’re a talking contradiction. It’s almost noon so get up. We can’t start the day with you sleeping in, waking up in the evening and complaining about how tired you are for something productive.” “Sleep is the best way to be counter-productive. It helps the brain.”

“Take a nap. I’d rather miss our flights than have you fall asleep behind the wheel. If you died, Archer, it would kill me.” “Stop thinking about it,” I tell her, knowing she’ll start crying. This new emotional side annoys her, but I find it charming. “I have time for a short nap, and I’ll grab some espresso on the way.” “Naps make me feel more tired sometimes.” “The trick is not letting yourself get to REM sleep. You have to wake up before then.” “Right. I think I’ve heard that before. Go home and rest. Call me when you leave, please?”

"Miss Simpson, quickly take the medicine and then have a good sleep. When you wake up, you won't feel so uncomfortable." "I..." Adeline felt as if his eyelids were growing heavier and heavier, and before he could finish speaking, he collapsed onto the bed. "Miss Simpson, what's wrong with you?" "Don't worry, it's okay. When sister-in-law wakes up, she won't be in a coma anymore." This kind of pill was to let people fall asleep as soon as possible and slowly adjust their physical condition in their dreams. When they woke up, they would not be in a coma.

She was living rent-free in my head. I sighed, turning to the other side. I usually slept better on the right side of the bed. The thoughts only worsened. The sex tape played repeatedly in my head. I sighed, looking at the ceiling. Maybe laying upwards would help me sleep. I placed a palm on my chest, closing my eyes. My eyes could barely remain shut for five minutes. I immediately sprang off the bed. A little bit of workout should help. I started with some squats, then a few jumps.

Miss Fatima's POV The light that the sun is producing wakes me up in the morning. I woke up peacefully today. I feel so relieve, and I think I know the reason why. I started walking outside my room and make my way to the room of Sarah. I take a peek inside Sarah's room. Sarah is sleeping so safe and sound. I did not bother to wake her up. I read an article yesterday night that waking someone from sleeping peacefully can cause its neurons to die. Well, I do not want that to happen to Sarah, so I'll just wait for her to wake up herself.