A/N: I was just thinking "What if Bella wasn't sleeping when Edward came over for the first time?" so I came up with this idea. It takes place the first night he comes over. Please be nice, this is my first story ever posted on line. Tell me if it's terrible, too short or if you want me to continue (I already have a second chapter written, I just want to hear some feedback) I appreciate any reviews!
A/N 2: In my eyes, this story needs ALOT of editing and it just missing... something. So I'm going to try to keep adding chapters... while fixing the existing ones.

Insomnia: n. Chronic inability to fall asleep or remain asleep for an adequate length of time.

My name is Bella Swan. I have insomnia and hate taking my sleeping medication with a burning passion. This pretty much means that I only sleep when it is absolutely crucial for my health. Usually at night I just read, write, go on the computer, or something boring like that. Unfortunately, my mom has just gotten remarried to a baseball player, so I have moved in with my father, Charlie. He doesn't know about my condition (and I'm not ready to tell him) so I have to at least pretend I'm sleeping. I guess it's not to hard because I've had plenty of fake-sleeping practice, with sleepovers and such.

And then, there's Edward Cullen. The most indescribable guy ever. Ever since our first day in biology, with that look on his face, to today where he decided it would be fun to watch Bella have to reject Tyler, I've spent my nights thinking about him, voluntarily and involuntarily. How did he save me from that van? He was definitely not right next to me. I know for a fact that he's not normal, maybe even not human…

Oh. My. Gosh. There is something outside my window!
FAKE ASLEEP! FAKE ASLEEP! FAST!
As I lie down under the covers and start to close my eyes, I see the window opening. What the heck is it?!?

It's a man. Oh no! Oh no! I'm going to die! Why didn't I let my mom talk me into self-defence lessons?
HELP! STALKER! HELP! MURDERER! HELP! RAPIST! HELP! Edward?

Oh. My. Gosh. Is that really Edward? Well that is kind of creepy… he's watching me "sleep".
What is he doing here, in my room?
How did he get here?
Why is he here?
Why is he just standing therestaring at me?
Why does he have question written all over his face?
What is he thinking about? Does he know I'm awake?
What do I do??

Uh… Let me try the classic "fake dream/nightmare" I toss and turn, mumbling nonsense as he just stares at me. If he's going to sneak into my room, shouldn't he at least do something?
I think its time to "wake up". I stir, open my eyes, rub my eyes, stretch and yawn, and look over at where he…was. 'Was' as in not there now. He's gone! How did he get out so fast?
This guy is getting more mysterious every single moment!