The fan whirs quietly in the dark room. I hear the puppy snoring and pray to God that dog stays quiet for the rest of the night—because I need my sleep. It’s time to sleep. I close my eyes. Then open my eyes.
Right, I should be sleeping. I forgot.
I close my eyes again. I think about sleeping. I imagine myself sleeping. I’m jealous of the imagination of myself sleeping. I look so peaceful.
Then a thought pops to mind, and another. Strange thoughts, but great ones. Some even ingenious ones.
These are the thoughts I have before falling asleep.
Continue reading ➞ Thoughts I Have Before Falling Asleep
Recently, I wrote an article titled “How To Sleep,” this article you are reading will be it’s brother.
Some people need a little reverse psychology in their life. I am here to not give it to them. (That last joke may have gone over a few heads.)
If my last article wasn’t doing anything for you, read on. You may find in this article you are doing everything just right.
The alarm rings, whatever the sound is. Maybe it buzzes like a bird deranged. Maybe it’s a calm beep-boop tune. Maybe it’s the radio.
Whatever the case, you have two choices; hit snooze, or roll over and ignore it.
Let’s be honest. Actually getting out of bed is not one of the choices you’re considering.
Somehow, the bed that felt like a plank before has morphed into a fluffy marshmallow, sinking you into comfort and soft wonderful dreams. The light streaming into your window that was unceasing last night in your struggle for Zzz’s is now so easily shut out by a blanket over your face.
You’re going to stretch soon and attempt to wake up, you tell yourself. You’ll go to the kitchen and brew some coffee. You’re going to go take a shower and soon you’ll be wide awake.
Continue reading ➞ Alarm Clocks – The Struggle
One of the ladies in my church choir made a truly profound statement. She said that all teenagers need sleep.
I cocked my head at this. I would think that we’re supposed to be running on empty the younger we are, and as the complaints and fatigue increase, sleep more as we grow older.
But the lady who made the statement has several teenagers at home. She knows what she’s talking about. .
No, it doesn’t make sense to me, this great mystery of sleep. I haven’t cracked the code. These are just my thoughts and experiences on the subject.
Maybe we’ll all take a nap later.
Continue reading ➞ Sleep Is Good, Sleep Is Great