SLEEPING

I don’t think there’s anyone alive who enjoys sleeping as much as I do. At least, I never hear anybody else say so. All I know is that I love it and take pleasure in all the different phases of it, night or day.

I walk by an unmade bed and look longingly at it, just counting the hours I can get back into it and rest. The answer to that, of course, is to make it up, and I do most of the time, but that doesn’t keep me from lying back down either on it or in it later on during the day.

I love the time where I am drifting off thinking pleasant thoughts and then have them turn into dreaming about them. I love waking in the night and mulling over the good dream I just had and slowly go back into that la-la land. Then in the morning the twilight sleep that I have an hour or two before I get up is great! When I do finally rouse myself to face the day, I think about the interesting dreams I have and wonder why I would dream about the subjects I do.

Then in spite of all the interesting things I do during the day, after I eat lunch, I like to crawl back into the bed and start the process all over again. It doesn’t matter what time I eat, and often it can be as early as 10:30 or as late as 1:30, I usually creep back into the sack for a nap.

The genius says I will make a wonderful nursing home patient. Just give me a laptop, an endless supply of books, and a cell phone, all for use between times of sleep, he maintains, and I would be perfectly happy!!