The other day I had to be up at 7 a.m. in the morning. Luckily my current university schedule means that I usually never have to get up any earlier than 9 a.m. and that I can sleep in on most days, but this was an exception. I had to get up earlier than usual because I had a hospital appointment in the morning. If I could choose when I got up, I’d wake up at 12 p.m. every day, but that doesn’t mean I can’t get up early. Really, I’m quite happy as long as I have four hours sleep. Whether I’ve slept for four hours or whether I’ve slept for twelve hours I’ll be a little tired when I wake up and then fine an hour later.
Anyway, I’m sure you’re wondering why any of that is important. Well you see, perhaps a little foolishly, I stayed up reading until 1 a.m. on that day when I had to get up at 7 a.m. I switched off the lights and tried to sleep. But I couldn’t. Not because I was suffering with insomnia, but because I could hear one of my brothers talking to the other (his bed is right on the other side of the wall beside my bed). I didn’t really think it was my place to tell him what he could and could not do in his own room so I waited and hoped he’d stop talking soon. Three hours passed. He was still talking.
“Can you stop talking, please?” I asked eventually. Who knew how much longer it’d go on for?
Then, finally, silence! I was so pleased and over the next ten minutes I really was falling into the arms of Morpheus…
Then I was pulled back by the sound of him snoring.
Anyway, I’m sure you’re wondering why any of that is important. Well you see, perhaps a little foolishly, I stayed up reading until 1 a.m. on that day when I had to get up at 7 a.m. I switched off the lights and tried to sleep. But I couldn’t. Not because I was suffering with insomnia, but because I could hear one of my brothers talking to the other (his bed is right on the other side of the wall beside my bed). I didn’t really think it was my place to tell him what he could and could not do in his own room so I waited and hoped he’d stop talking soon. Three hours passed. He was still talking.
“Can you stop talking, please?” I asked eventually. Who knew how much longer it’d go on for?
Then, finally, silence! I was so pleased and over the next ten minutes I really was falling into the arms of Morpheus…
Then I was pulled back by the sound of him snoring.
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