Sleep Smarter Novels & Stories

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.

"You're losing control, King. Maybe you need a break." "Screw you," I say between gasps for breath. Exhausted, I walk to the wall, turn, and slide down until I land on my butt. I rub the scar on my cheek while melatonin floods my brain in reaction to more K-5 subsiding. Within a few minutes, I can evenly draw air into my lungs and human, post-shift laziness takes over. Finally, something easy to fight. I don't have time for sleep right now.

I don’t remember exactly when I fell asleep. All I know is, last night my head was full of Zane Romano’s lips and the way his breath burned across my skin like straight tequila. My brain kept replaying that kiss over and over, like a bad pop song you hate but can’t stop humming. I tried everything: alpha wave music, slow-breathing meditation, even a YouTube video of a garbage truck moving through snow in rural Norway. None of it worked. In the end, I gave in to the only thing that’s ever worked since I was a teenager : Mama’s infamous sleep potion.

Insights That night Nisim left me sleepless with a couple of insights. In his Bermuda-shorts and white vest, he lay by my side curled up like a cashew-nut under the quilt, snoring through the night. The first one was this: The greater your intelligence is, the louder you snore.

JAXON I sleep better on Friday night than I have in a year. This is not nothing. I am a man who has spent the last twelve months existing in the gray zone between tired and wired, too much in my head for genuine rest, the kind of sleep that delivers you back to consciousness feeling like you simply changed locations for eight hours rather than actually recovered. I have learned to function inside it the way you learn to function inside any chronic condition — managing around it, compensating, never quite admitting to yourself how much it is costing.

This woman should be entitled to all the gifts and glees this world has to offer. There had been nights when I could only fall asleep after staying up for several nights without consuming any stimulants. That was it, I had given up on forcing myself to sleep therefore I ran my fingers across the surface of the side table beside me to get some sleeping pills. I’ve always preferred taking Restoril as they not only help to fall asleep but also stay in the same state for as long as it is required.

But she didn't have the strength to stand for a shower and she knew if she decided to take a bath, she would spend hours in the tub because she was too lazy to get up. She got under her covers, clad in only her underwear. Taking her phone, she plugged in the earpiece to the portal. For a month now, Blair has found it really hard to sleep, she hated taking pills because it made her feel like her body had a problem, so she turned to asmr. There was something about it, the soothing voice and satisfying, nonthreatening sound that helped her lot in putting her straight to sleep, it brought her piece of mind and clears her mind away from any distraction.

I put on baby pink silk pajamas with spaghetti straps and shorts on. I go to the kitchen where the bag of my medicines was. I fill a glass full of water and open the bottle. No more than two. I recite in my mind again and again. If I don't eat three I will have nightmares but I need something to knock me out. I want to have a dreamless sleep. But I can't do this to myself. YOU NEED SLEEP VICTORIA! The voice in my head says. But I can't take two. THEN GOOD LUCK RELIVING THOSE MEMORIES!

Sebastian had indeed lain awake the night through in the attempts to ward off nightmares invading his boy’s mind, but if he were honest with himself, he knew his dreams too would be plagued by similar dreams, as they had been the last weeks, until at long last sleep claimed him. He slept lightly, taking into employment his useful skill of what he dubbed ‘battle naps’. Short bursts of light sleep to re-energize the body while the mind remained on constant alert for approaching danger; the monopolizing of such an acquired skill responsible for keeping Jaxsen’s nightmares to a low minimum.

Every word from him made my body shiver in fear and crazy sick. He doesn't have a brain disorder, he's just cruel. ** I woke up feeling dizzy and when I looked at the wall clock, it's 4 am. Why am I not sleeping that long these days? My body has its own alarm clock at the wrong time I guess. Too early! I want to sleep more! Maybe I should drink a glass of water to make me feel full and back to sleep again.