I used to consider sleep something of a function, a necessity more than a pleasure. I'm one of those people who, if you were to compare sleeping to charging your phone, would charge halfway or just enough to be out of the danger zone, and wake up at around 5 or 6 a.m. to hunker down and get productive.
Lately, my sleep pattern is from 11 p.m. at night until around 6 a.m. in the morning. So around a good seven hours, which is healthy. I only have a brief overlap of time with Monkey, who goes to bed at 3 or 4 a.m. and dozes off until 11 or 12.
Only after living with Monkey, I've come to realize just how awful my sleeping position is. I tend to fall asleep within the first five minutes of hitting the bed, and unless I'm stressed out at work (which is often these days), I don't wake until morning and because I'm still on my bed (these days, just a single bed mattress) and on my back, I assume I'm a sound sleeper.
Apparently, not so.
According to my Monkey, I've done unspeakably embarrassing things in my sleep, shouted incoherent things ranging from "I demand fromage!" to "Vote NDP!" to "BEANS!!" in the wee hours of the morning. But almost invariably, when he comes to sleep he sees that I have either taken over his space by shifting my body into a 45 degree angle, or bending like a banana, or generally contorted with my butt in the air and limbs positioned to vaguely resemble a pretzel twist.
I would like to be able to sleep soundly and not disturb anyone while I sleep. In particular, because he takes the trouble to tuck me in at night (really - I have never had this done before except perhaps as a screaming baby) and wrap me up like a burrito with the blankets.
Before, bedtime was just dead time. Now, it's become something vital and essential. If only to honour that, I wish I could sleep soundly enough tonight.