Night Time, Quiet Time

Statistics show that the average person will have slept for over 100,000 hours by the end of their lifetime. By the end of my life, I predict I will be the anomaly to this statistic with a considerably larger sleep quantity. I could be in the presence of my most favorite company, adventuring the most thrilling roller coaster around, or opening presents on Christmas Day and all I can think about is how nice it would be to take a nap.

This little obsession of mine truly came into effect during high school. I would sleep into the morning as long as I possibly could without being late. Every minute counts! Now, I do not live in a household where my mother packs a lunch. Eating is up to you. So every morning before school when I ought to have been making/eating breakfast and packing a lunch for myself, I was in my bed. Sleep easily out weighs food. I also became quite gifted at resting on the uncomfortable classroom desks. During one particular parent teacher conference Sophomore year, my English teacher remarked in a concerned voice, "I have noticed that you have a difficult time staying awake during class. Is there something I can do for you?" How embarrassing. Little did he know that it wasn't personal. Sometimes I just really couldn't help it. I thought the solution to my problem would be not laying my head down. This was until I discovered that I can sleep sitting up. Which leads me to my next point. I can sleep anywhere.



No, this photo was was not staged. Waiting for departure can be quite exhausting. So I just made myself comfortable on the airport chairs.

During the Cross Country season, I became the infamous traveling sleeper. I would come home from practice and fall asleep to PBS on the love seat with my long legs dangling over the edge. At some point, someone would tell me to move. So I would make the pilgrimage up the stairs and straight into my mom's cozy bed. When it was time for her to go to bed, I would simply move to my own. I get that from my dad--taking a pre-bed nap.

Upon my sister's somewhat recent move home, her mattress was utterly destroyed. This meant she would get a new one. And since my mattress had become increasingly older and less comfortable, I had a hard time pretending to be anything but envious. I was quite surprised when my mother brought home two new mattresses. (This is one of the many reasons why I love her.) My new mattress was a dream. For the next month, my best friend and I spent every Friday night laying in my bed. Lame, you say? No way. My bed is now the coolest hangout around. I have photo evidence.







However, amidst my passion for sleep, there have been many nights where I was lacking in the sleep department. On that note, here are my final words on the subject.