What I want to write down every day, in pen, is sleep. Between appointments, between work sessions, between pick-ups and drop-offs it would be there – sleep. Nap. In the car, on my bed, or sofa – any place really, so long as it’s warm. I can always sleep. And I always want to sleep. It is my less-than-secret passion, the great love of my life. It’s ridiculous, but it’s true. I am never done with sleep, and it is never done with me.
Some nights I put it off, delaying the gratification. Some nights, early in the week, I give in and crawl into my bed by 9pm and just let it take over. In Pete Holmes’ comedy special he talks about being a new parent and how sleep is different now, because you don’t get to fall asleep and stay asleep, but instead get to fall asleep about 22 times per night – and isn’t that the best part, the falling asleep? I completely agree.
Mike has to have the room completely dark and buzzing with white noise for a good night’s sleep. For me, both curtains and a window open is preferable – real sounds from outside and real light in the morning help with sleeping and waking up. And the waking up is never easy; whether I’ve been down for 6 hours or 10, I rely on an alarm, plus at least a couple smacks to the snooze button.
And then there are my dreams. But that’s another 300 Words. At least.