Sleep Smarter Novels & Stories

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.

“I see, Mrs. Thomason, knowing that you have more complicated situation, I’m afraid that we cannot grant your request as it is. Your package with us currently is 20 hours of full body massage. We cannot let you consume your package by sleeping in. It would be such a waste of your package.” “However, since our goal is your wellness, I’m willing to give you a sleeping oil that I mixed myself that can help you sleep. This is only temporary that will last only for one month. It will help your body to reset your own body clock and to force your body to automatically relax when it’s time. If after one month your condition will not improve, I would suggest that you consult professional doctors to d

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.

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.

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.

I coyly smiled at him as I asked, “What are you talking about? How do you know what I'm dreaming?” “I know because every time you have that dream you talk in your sleep. You talk about Laylan, Artimous, Grealan and Ivy. Then you're hard to wake up after that. I was just curious as to what your dream was about,” he finished and his lips curled at the edges into a smile.

“Yeah, but it must be done. I don’t see any other way to get through it. All of that must be done to keep things going. Or we’ll get behind and something will fall through the cracks.” “Yes, but you can’t do that if you are falling asleep and dragging your bones through the day.” Asia sat up and stood from the sofa. “Let’s get ready for bed. Who knows if you’re fast enough we can find a way to help each other relax into a healthy restful sleep.” “Hmmm. And how do you believe you can do that?”

She had noticed it twice already when she had tried to help him push his wheelchair. Unbeknownst to her, Nolan's mind was in a jumbled mess. He glanced at the big wall clock, confirming that he wasn't seeing things. He suddenly realized that he had slept four hours longer than usual. It was already 9 am in the morning, and the sun was already up. Normally, he woke up precisely at 5 am, no matter what time he went to bed. Even if he slept at 4 am, he would still wake up at that exact time. This disrupted sleep pattern wasn't good for his health, even if his body could handle it. But surprisingly, he had overslept.