Sometimes, during the day, when I am frustrated or distracted, I think about how much more focused — and how much smarter! — I would be if I could only have …five? …six? hours of uninterrupted sleep a night.
I love sleep so much. It is my holy grail.
When I feel myself waking up in the morning, I fight it, like someone in a lifejacket trying to stay underwater.
It seems like I must know how to fall asleep. I have done it before. Everyone else does it. It can’t be that hard to figure out how.
My cats do it effortlessly. Multiple times in a row. I wake them up, out of jealous spite, and they just fall RIGHT BACK ASLEEP AGAIN. On top of me.
There must be a trick to it that I don’t know. (Yes, I know about various relaxation techniques. Yes, I have made an appointment with a sleep clinic.)
There are so many things that are supposed to be hard that are not hard at all for me, and yet this thing — this thing that my cats, with their walnut-sized brains, are MASTERS at — at this thing, I fail so hard it is literally (and yes, I know the meaning of the word literally and I absolutely mean it here) painful for me.
URGH. Okay, I am going to go get back in bed and try again now.