South Park Sleep Novels & Stories

Life of a billionaire. I walked back to the living, and sat on a couch. What the hell was I supposed to be doing in this big house for a year? I'd eventually die of boredom. I decided to switch on the big TV and watch something. SpongeBob SquarePants was showing, I loved the show so I stayed up for almost an hour watching it. I started to feel sleepy but I was too tired to go upstairs to my room, so I slept on the couch. -- The sound of someone hitting something woke me up. I looked around and saw no one. I checked my phone and saw that it was past twelve in the midnight.

They move slowly to the couch and flip on the TV. This becomes their routine, breakfast, TV, lunch, TV then dinner followed by, yup, TV. Sometimes they watch cable, sometimes a movie or two. The second night Tia again gets the nightmare until Tommy gets into bed with her then peace. On the third night it happens again. After that Tommy just sleeps with her from the beginning, no more nightmares.

If it returns. The ride back was as quiet as it was going, but on the positive, it wasn’t as tense. Greg fell asleep as soon as we hit the open road. Thank God for painkillers; otherwise, the awkward silence would have been just that. Awkward. When we finally pull up outside the hotel, it has just gone past midnight, and I am ready for bed. With knowing when Greg is asleep, it will take forever to wake him. Greg sleeps like the dead. I have never forgotten the night after my eighteenth birthday when me, Greg, Chase, and our friends stayed in the cinema room when Greg admitted to everyone that I talk in my sleep. God, I wished I could strangle him in my sleep after that night. Because that wa

" I gasp, and spin, throwing my arms around him; it's such a relief, a bitter sweet relief that I'm not alone in my pain. ~*~ Darkness surrounds the house; it's surprising that the pack land hasn't been threatened in a few years. Maybe we're stronger than we thought. But that image never leaves my brain; is the pack under siege from the inside out? I'm just bring paranoid. Nestled in between two warm bodies in bed, The Big Bang Theory on the TV for some reason, my eyes begin to droop. "Sleep." Dean whispers, kissing my temple. He always knows when I'm trying to stay awake. "Stop forcing yourself to stay awake. We'll wake you if we hear anything," Holden ensures. With a weak smile, I give in

Steve and Mike shared a look but followed silently. The building was neater than the rest but also silent. When she got to a room, she opened the door and led them in. All the children were sleeping. They were neatly dressed and arranged in a neat bed, unlike the previous day. Mike frowned, “Why are they all asleep this early? Should they have some kind of activities?” Madam Simpson chuckled, “We had an activity late last night, and I think they would be too tired. That’s why they are given this break.”

Shopping Spree Sunday is one of the best days of the week for me no work, no stress, just me and my son. Noah snuggles into my bed just before dawn, his arms wrapping around me in his sleep. We stay wrapped up like that until almost noon, enjoying the comfort of silence and each other's presence. I yawn, stretch beneath the soft cotton sheets, and glance over at Noah. He's still asleep, but he's starting to stir, his lashes fluttering like butterfly wings. I hum a low tune, something soft and soothing, then slip into the bathroom. When I return, wrapped in a burnt-orange dress tied at the waist, I find Noah sitting up in bed, blinking at me.

Always preparing, always performing. Leo next door, dinosaur models covering every surface, books stacked precariously beside his bed. He slept curled around his favorite T-Rex, mouth slightly open, hair sticking up in wild directions. Sam's room smelled of grass and sports equipment, soccer posters covering the walls. Unlike his siblings, he slept neatly, covers barely disturbed, as disciplined in rest as in his daily practice routines. James's space exploration-themed room was last, glow-in-the-dark stars still faintly visible on the ceiling. He slept with a book open on his chest, glasses askew, having clearly stayed up reading well past bedtime again.

I nodded as some of it was poured in glasses for each of us. I greedily lapped mine up and my glass was quickly re-filled. I told them the full story, leaving out certain unnecessary parts. By the time I was done speaking, I was tired --- worn out, more like. I kept trying to stifle my yawn which, by the way was rude, but they caught on and I was led to the guest room where, as my head hit the soft pillows, I drifted off fast to sleep. The next day

Sunday. Creed of Truth Sanctuary, Brazil. LUMEN LAY ON THE top bunk staring at the ceiling. Buzz had fallen asleep again finally. They'd spent most of the night doing that. Talking, drifting off into silence and sleeping a bit. Eventually one of them would wake up, then the other and it began again. He'd seemed to understand without her needing to say it that there were some things they just couldn't talk about. Buzz was a perceptive kid. Like his sister.

That’s better, I can now sleep peacefully. “Holy f—ck!” I hear Lou cuss distantly as sleep takes over.