Sleepless In Seattle Novels & Stories

"Had a nightmare last night?" "Yeah, I couldn't go back to sleep." Melina and Jane had grown close working together for the six months since Melina moved to Portland from LA. "Sorry to hear that; how long have you been up?" "Since three a.m." It's now five p.m. "Wow, you must be exhausted." "I'm used to it," Melina says. She hardly gets enough sleep anymore because of her recurring nightmares. It’d been six months, but she still dreamt about the accident every night.

She wouldn't know. When the alarm buzzes the next morning she wishes she could sleep for an eternity. Her eyelids had barely touched, and since she hadn't slept for two nights in a row, the purple circles under her eyes have become darker than ever. Graceless, she gets out of bed and prepares for the day ahead. She doesn't expect much of it, only to end better than it had started. At least, one thing came out well from another sleepless night. Somewhere between counting her breaths and the first signs of dawn, she decided to tell her best friend, Sesh, everything. She will understand her, she always does.

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

Sean couldn't even remember which club Darla worked at because Sean was sure she didn't go to places like that. As Sean tried to answer his curiosity, he realized one thing. Last night he slept more than 3 hours and this is something new after the last two weeks he had insomnia. Sean didn't know what time he fell asleep, but his body and eyes felt better than before. Was it because Sean had sex with Darla last night? Oh, shit. This is a fact not to be proud of. --

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW Morning light filtered through my curtains, but it didn’t feel like morning. It felt like a nightmare pressing down on my chest. I hadn’t slept properly — tossing, turning, replaying every single word, every single doubt that had eaten me alive last night. When my phone buzzed on the nightstand, I almost ignored it. My hands trembled as I reached out, and the glow of the screen lit up my swollen face. Headlines. Everywhere.

To make matters worse, I was in no position to love anyone in the current situation. I didn't reply to Karen's message and I wasn't able to sleep after that. In the middle of the night, it started to rain in Seattle, that city is very wet and never really dry, and with the rain it became a more depressing place. But I just really enjoy being here. This is where the roots of my parents and the Moom companies were. I didn't really get to sleep until around 4 am, and when I woke up the next day, my head was a real mess.

Liam's POV The night pressed against me like a sweaty palm, heavy and unrelenting, the darkness outside my window mocking my useless attempts at sleep. I'd tossed and turned until the sheets were a twisted noose around my legs, my skin prickling with restless heat. Talia was off at the hospital, working the night shift, leaving me alone with a mind that wouldn't shut up. Finally, I kicked free of the bed's grip, my bare feet hitting the floor with a dull thud. Seth, that tech-obsessed lunatic, was my only hope for distraction. He never slept—probably because he'd sold his soul to some circuit board years ago.

James I woke up to find my patient sleeping beside me naked in bed. I rubbed the pressure points in my temples and endeavored to recall what had occurred earlier. I muttered an internal "damn" to myself as a form of reprimand. Because the last time I checked the time, it was already one in the afternoon, and Lily could walk through the door at any moment. I jolted her awake by violently shaking her and shouting, "Wake up!" "It's time to get up. Immediately.”

She could be with her family right now and I didn't want to interrupt too much. DRAKE: missing you like crazy. How's Seattle? As I leaned back, I plopped my feet up on the coffee table and waited for her reply. But the longer I waited, the more bored I became. Then my phone dinged. Thank fuck. LYNN: Seattle is boring without you. I might miss you more. What are you doing? DRAKE: sitting here completely bored out of my mind. Lane is MIA with a woman. Who knew a head injury couldn't keep him down? Lol. What are you doing?

But the one here was so fun; the DJ was going crazy that I have been head banging to the beat so hard, and right now, I could still feel pain in my neck. A contended groan left me as I stirred up on the bed. Somehow, the time had run so fast, and it was my last day here, and I was reluctant to leave. I have been cut out of the world, literally—I had switched off my phone since the day I arrived, so as to avoid disturbances and probably because I was running away from whatever I had left in Seattle. However, I couldn’t avoid it any longer. I was on a plane bound for Seattle in the evening, and this time around, I spent the time scrolling through my I*******m feed. The airplane had good wifi,