Walk away like a BOSS
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What Happens When Insomniacs Are Forced To Sleep Early
First, there is acceptance. We accept the reason behind the early call to bed. We accept the priority that would be compromised once sleep is denied. Of course, behind that is the thrill of getting more than four hours of sleep. To the sleep deprived, nothing is more exciting than getting a few hours of extended slumber.
Then there is delusion. Sinking into that comfortable heap of cotton and satin, sometimes with a warm air of aromatherapy candles, we think that slumber would help us sink deeper into a blissful yet seldom visited realm. We think that the next day will be a blast, for we would wake up with a non-caffeine powered day, with lightened circles underneath the eyes and a sparkling personality.
Next comes insistence. Thinking about what happens the day after delves us deeper into imagination. We get thrilled at the thought of it, thus invigorating the adrenaline and spanking up the endorphins. We try to force down those thoughts and try to think of something calm, but then we end up thinking of something remorseful or horrifying, thus making us queasy and scared.
Then comes desperation. An hour or two had passed since the moment we lied down and sunk our heads to our pillows. After peering at the hands of the luminous desktop clock, we calculate how much sleep we would be able to make, should we sleep at that precise moment. Of course, we do not. For forcing our systems to sleep enable us not to do so. No matter how much we try to shut our eyes and think of something serene, sleep slides further and further away from our grasp, leaving us in the void that we are most familiar with.
And at last comes defeat. We surrender to the supremacy of our own twisted body clocks. As we get out of our beds to do our nightly haunts such as surfing the internet, watching the TV, or prowling aimlessly about the house or apartment, we realize that trying to sleep early would always be a futile attempt. We are slaves of our own bodies. We sleep whenever it dictates us to do so, and that always happens in the wee hours of the night, or in the early morning, or sometimes never at all.
So the next day, we get up, with a fizzy head and a simmering annoyance to the world. We’re no good until that first cup of coffee has been downed and we only get better by the cups that are to come.
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