Get me out of bed too early and watch me be belligerent until the second cup of coffee rolls down my throat. About that point, I might start to get a grip on reality, watch the sunrise, and feed the cats and the dog.
In the past, girlfriends have learned the hard way. Poke the bear too early, and you are heading toward a breakup. Let me have my coffee, and the ordinarily irascible, grumpy me settles down and approaches the point that you could play treacly sweet carols for hours without my biting your head off.
The thought of me operating on less sleep should set off major alarms. But what if you didn’t need the extra sleep, you ask? Fool! It’s not just a matter of need. Last night, my dreams transported me to a place where I was a performer again. It was a hoot! I dreamed up new things to do in the shop a few weeks ago.
Sleep is for exploration. Why would I give up something that offers so much pleasure just to be awake?
image: public art on a street in Nashua, New Hampshire
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I’m with you. The dream time is an adventure. Let me sleep!
You are so right… hugs
Seriously. My friend has a motto, “Don’t talk to Martha until Dusty (RIP) has had his coffee.” Now, of course, the empty cup goes to Teddy. As for sleep? Strange how our dreams can help us figure stuff out.
Some of us do our best thinking while asleep.
I sleep to dream.