Sleep Smarter Novels & Stories

I wake up with a contented smile on my face, basking in the afterglow of a restful night's sleep. At nines months pregnant, with my due date rapidly approaching, it's become increasingly difficult to find a comfortable position that allows for uninterrupted slumber. But last night, the stars aligned, and I was blessed with the gift of deep, rejuvenating sleep.

Sophia I had trouble sleeping that night. Or it would be more accurate to say I didn’t get a minute of sleep. I tossed and turned and woke Kieran a few times, but he would pull me closer to himself before he drifted away. Ever since Kieran and I started sharing the bed, my nightmares were gone and my dreams were blissful. Something about his embrace gave me a sense of security and belonging, but not this time. My mind was overwhelmed by the constant rush of thoughts, and I could do nothing to turn off the reruns of yesterday’s events.

Unless and until it disturbs the beauty sleep of some peaceful soul sigh* Lazy soul, morning is blissful. "Shrey, Shrey, wake up!" she can hear someone’s muffled yelling from downstairs, and at the same time, her alarm clock rings loudly. She didn’t budge and aimed the pillow she was hugging at the clock; it fell down and stopped making noise. She smiled in her sleep, hearing no sound; she thought now she could sleep peacefully. Unaware of footsteps entering her room, she changed her position and lazily hugged one of the pillows.

No voices resounded in her head. A relieved smile crept onto her face. Yep, overtired, that’s all it was. Her muscles relaxed and she sank into the softness of her mattress. Sleep, glorious sleep… everything was calm and quiet… she was just on the edge… drifting away… Darn! The phone rang and her eyes popped open.

Cradled by the softness of the high-threaded sheets and the release of tension from my body, I drift into deep slumber. Did I just have the best night of my life? The morning light floods the room, and as I stretch, my mind replays the events of the previous night.

"How was your flight? No issues, right?" "None at all. It was smooth and safe. I managed to get a lot of sleep," Leah said. "Good. Do you think you’ll still sleep tonight after all that rest?" he asked, smiling. "I always sleep at night, even if I’ve slept all day. Sleep is never stingy with me," Leah replied. "I’m jealous. How do you manage to sleep so much?" Smith asked. "Maybe it’s just nature," Leah said. "I can barely get three or four hours of sleep. I try to stay awake all day so I can sleep at night, but it’s like I’m turning into an owl," Smith complained.

she responded. “Adults can listen to bedtime stories too,” “You should take sleeping drugs if you find it difficult to sleep and maybe if you consume less caffeine you’ll sleep better,” she says. “Maybe. Maybe not,” I muttered. Only if she knows why I find it hard to sleep well sometimes. We settled into the living, and almost immediately I sat down and I saw Ryan’s call. “Good morning boss,” he greeted, “Good morning Ryan,” I said, “Sir. Marlo is here,” he said,

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.

His thoughts drifted elsewhere, completely ignoring AI Doc’s lecture. The robot wagged its tail dutifully, blue eyes flickering with electricity, eager to continue. “How can one sleep soundly and quickly?” It paused, trying to pique his interest. Chase barely noticed, thinking the robot had run out of power—until it laughed sharply above his head. “The trick to sleeping without insomnia… is… not to think! Hahaha—” “Die!” Chase’s face darkened as he shouted. “Young Master, Doctor AI will now go to sleep. Good night!”

Lorenzo sat beside the bed, his phone in his hand and places the flower on the nightstand. He looked almost shy, which was such an unfamiliar expression on his face that Louis forgot to be annoyed. "I looked online," Lorenzo said. "For sleep techniques. Natural ones." He cleared his throat. "I found... an ASMR one." Louis stared at him. "What?" "ASMR. It's supposed to be relaxing. People whisper and tap things and... I don't know. It works for some people." Lorenzo held up his phone, his thumb hovering over the screen. "I thought you might find it funny or soothing. One of the two."