To some it is beautiful, something to look forward to at the end of the day; to others it is something which sends shivers down one’s spine, something that bring feelings of fear and dread when they hear anyone mention it.
I personally don’t really think about sleep. I guess it is just one of life’s things I take for granted.
Some days I think I fall fast asleep before my head hits the pillow, other nights, I lay in bed for what feels like hours on end, tossing and turning, wishing I could switch a switch that turned my brain off, something that stopped me thinking about everything and nothing- stopping my wired brain from keeping me wide awake until the wee hours of the morning.
I don’t fall asleep better if I do one thing more than the other, I can do the same things day in day out and my sleep patterns will be different each night. It’s just who I am and at times it really frustrates me.
I can’t really sleep during the day- unless I’m completely and utterly exhausted or if I’m sick. They’re the only times I have fallen asleep during the day.
Falling asleep at night- well, it doesn’t really matter if I’m in a completely darkened room or if there are flood lights shining in the window. If I’m tired enough, I’ll be able to fall asleep.
Good night, sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite.