Sleep Smarter Novels & Stories

A naughty thought crosses my mind and I don't hesitate to let it out. “Statistics have also shown that people fall asleep faster when the person tucking them in gently strokes their hair.” I tell him in a small voice. He chuckles lightly and starts stroking my hair. His gentle strokes take me to cloud nine. This is going to be the best night ever.

“It has a shower. You'll find towels on the bed. Make yourself at home. I'll wake you up as soon as I know something.” “What about you? Where will you sleep if you give me your bedroom?” Darren asked, a little confused. “I'll stretch out on the living room sofa and watch TV. Unlike you, I've had enough sleep and I don't need to rest yet,” Margaret explained. Although he felt uncomfortable and thought he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep, Darren shut himself in the bedroom. A hot shower was just what he needed. It was nice to take a shower after such a long day. He thought of Margaret lying in the living room and briefly pictured her next to him, but cursed himself again for thinking such thoug

But… my secret wish is for more than that, and my treacherous heart can’t help but take it the way I want. Since issuing the challenge, I can’t sleep for shit. More often than not, I’ll stay in the gym, working myself into a fury until my limbs are so exhausted they can barely move. Then, I can crash. But it’s less like sleeping and more like a computer shutting down for a reboot. I do not sleep soundly. I’ve been thinking of ways to combat this. Yoga. Rain sounds. Meditation. Nothing’s really worked. It’s difficult to turn off the swarming thoughts in my mind.

7:00am Freya's sudden alarm disrupted her sound sleep, its sharp insistent beeps piercing through the tranquil atmosphere. Freya stretched her arms and legs to full length, letting out a loud, sleepy yawn. Lazily, she reached for her alarm, silencing it immediately. She snuggled deeper into her comfortable blankets, savoring the quiet morning moment.

“Come on, you know there’s one method that might work, and yet, you deliberately didn’t suggest it to me. Why?” Narsha shivered. How did Dexter know that? She played it cool, feigning ignorance. “I don’t know what method you’re talking about, Alpha.” “Insomnia can be reduced by more... intimate physical contact. You know, like hugging can have a calming effect, something like that.” “Ah, that? That won’t work as well as an herbal tonic.” Narsha refuted. “Is that so? But I want to try that method, the physical contact. Let’s try it tonight.”

Mayer said, tucking her gray hair behind her ear, as the wind blew it across her face. “So, yesterday, we were by the seaside, and I noticed the roll, and crash of the waves appealed beautifully to my senses, and made me calm— so calm I wanted to sleep. I began to wonder. What would people who have insomnia feel about a tech product that could help them sleep better? What if there was a way we could hypnotize people to sleep, set their minds at rest, and push their worries aside for the next day?” I proposed, taking a strawberry from the tray.

“It’s valerian root and chamomile. It will do the trick – I used it to help me sleep when Liora first –” “I’m good!” I blurted out, putting a hand out to stop him from talking. I didn’t want to hear her name. His eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t want you to go without sleep,” he said, voice more commanding this time. “It’s not healthy, and it will be harder to train. If you’re having trouble getting to sleep–” “I’m getting to sleep fine,” I admitted with a sigh. “I just have been having some bad dreams, that’s all.”

If you’re being funded, like fully funded especially at a university like this, you should know you’re supposed to earn it every single day with getting perfect grades, good attendance, good performance, No slipping up and no excuses. Which is why I don’t complain. I just deal with it. Or at least… I used to. Because how exactly am I supposed to stay on top of everything, be sharp, focused, and be on my A-game when I can’t even sleep anymore? Most humans need seven to nine hours of sleep each night to function properly and at this point I don’t even think am getting close enough. I’m used to being tired. Used to dragging myself through the day on caffeine and stubbornness after managing two

I close the app and turn the lamp off. I sleep, in the end, very well.

Sierra ran her fingers through her hair as she crawled under the light cover beside him. “Fair enough. Why have the TV on at all if you want to fall asleep though?” Roman wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her closer to him as he slid lower in the bed. “I used to have a hard time falling asleep in the mornings after a double or night shift, eventually I bought opaque curtains and trained my mind to fall asleep to the sound of the TV in the background. There’s a lot more atmospheric noise during the day as opposed to at night time so the TV helps to drown it out, now I can't fall asleep at all if I don’t have it on.” He explained, lazily making himself comfortable with his head in the