A Bedtime Conundrum
A Writer’s Book Of Days (01/16) – Write About A Bed
It seems that any time I’d like to take a nap, it’s easy to fall asleep. Any place easily becomes a bed – a couch, a chair, a car seat… even a floor, if needed. Public transportation is especially snooze-conducing.
Why the heck is it that when I actually want to go to sleep for more than four hours, it’s impossible to fall into a peaceful slumber? Suddenly that comfy couch I usually sink into feels as hard as a rock. Forget my actual bed – the blankets are uneven, the pillows are not fluffed right, and I can feel every wrinkle beneath me. Instead of falling quickly asleep, I toss, I turn, I think too much, and then eventually get up, defeated.
I’ll then do something to make me tired, like read a book. When my eyes become heavy and I’m reading the same sentence over and over again, I’ll attempt sleeping again. But the bed still isn’t as comfortable as it is when I go to take a nap.
Is there some bed coziness-to-sleepiness ratio I’m unaware of?