What does it mean when a natural insomniac suddenly sleeps for 12 hours? I’ve never been a good sleeper. My mind goes into overdrive when I close my eyes. I open them now and again and watch the hours roll forward on my digital clock and sneak an hour here and there of the sleep I need to get me through the day. Most nights, about 4 hours cover it.
I went to bed just past midnight last night and have just woken. I was startled when I saw the clock on the dresser and the mid-day sun coming in through the window. The Olympics are in full swing and there’s Women’s swimming on the TV.
Don’t get me wrong, I like sleep. I like curling up in my duvet with the cat at my feet. It’s just not something that has ever come easily to me. So you can imagine both the guilt and pleasure that comes from having in excess something on which you can rarely get a grip.
Different people have different associations with sleep. Some people like nothing better than to laze around in bed. Others regard it as a waste of time. How do you feel about the time when you’re at rest, your batteries are meant to be recharging and your mind is free to dream?
My only mystery is, why after so many hours under, do I feel so tired?
Writing Prompt: Sleep