Everyone else in my house is sleeping. Meanwhile, I’m awake writing about sleep, which isn’t nearly as restful.
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I close my eyes and imagine a sheep jumping over the fence. Then I picture another one and another one until around sheep number 106, I start getting bored and my sheep become increasingly uncooperative.
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If Mother Nature didn’t intend us to nap, she wouldn’t have made us so sleepy in the afternoon.