Down the Hall on Your Left

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You Are Getting Sleepy

I CAN AND WILL CONTINUE TO SLEEP just about anywhere. I can sleep on airplanes. I can sleep on a crowded bus. I even fell asleep on stage one time. I’m good at sleeping.

As I write this we are down in Texas once again. Family business brings us to the Corpus Christi area for the fifth month in a row and Christmas will send us south once again. This means a lot of sleeping in strange beds and some strange sleeping.

At home, deep in the heart of Terre Haute (That’s French for, “Where’s the snooze alarm?”), I usually wake up at about 6 AM. However, when we are in Texas at the old family home I can quite easily sleep on until 10 AM or later. I’m not complaining mind you. In fact, I rather enjoy it. The extended semi-coma is, I believe, the product of the bed itself.

As the family grew additions were built onto the house and the kids ended up with a nice big room above the garage. This is where my wife, the lovely and somnambulistically gifted, Dawn, slept as a child. Now, some decades later, that room is essentially unchanged, and I am bedding down every night in her old childhood bed – and I am sooooo comfortable there.

It is big enough for me. I’m not much over 5’8”. There is an abundance of pillows for me to burrow into and it is firm enough so my back doesn’t rebel. My only question about the bed is, “Wow, this bed is high.” As I sit on the edge of the bed my feet don’t reach the floor. It makes me wonder if Dawn had a small trampoline by the bed when she was a kid. It is like those gigantic Pick-up trucks that I see everywhere. You know –  the ones where the bottom of the door is three feet off the ground.

When it is beddy-bye time for me I have to take a couple of steps to launch myself onto the bed. It’s a good thing I don’t have a fear of heights. Once there I am just fine, more than just fine – I am asleep within seconds. I don’t think that is because of oxygen deprivation at altitude. I’m just sleepy and comfortable. Whatever, it works for me.

I have slept on leftover Army cots. I have slept on waterbeds and I am glad that fad has passed. I have slept in sleeping bags. I have slept on sofas, and on those sofas that fold out and turn into incredibly uncomfortable beds. I have slept on the floor of wherever I may have found myself at the time. I have slept in my car on occasion.

If there is one thing in this world I can do without trouble it is sleeping. I may never be able to juggle or play the piano, but By God, I can sleep with the best of them! I admit that it has taken years to perfect my snoozing skills and I have enjoyed every minute of it. It’s a shame I’ve never found a way to get paid for sleeping.

I don’t know about you, but I have found this morning’s blog rather tiring. I think I may need to take a nap. I think I’ll go up to the bedroom and take a flying leap into the bed. I’ll be down in time for lunch.

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4 thoughts on “You Are Getting Sleepy

  1. So funny, yet poignant. Sleeping is easy for me but my wife always says, “I can’t sleep.” To which I reply, “just close your eyes and imagine you’re on a cruise”. Of course. I wouldn’t be in the fantasy because I don’t cruise. Meantime, I listen to her Jack Benny podcast and I’m ‘gone’ before the first Jello commercial.

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  2. Enjoy sleeping, John!

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