And then one
student said that happiness is what happens when you
go to bed on the hottest summer night, a nigh so hot you
can't even wear a tee-shirt and you sleep on top of the
sheets instead of under them, although try to sleep is
probably more accurate. And then some point late,late,late at
night, say just a bit before dawn, the heat finally breaks and
the night turns cool and when you briefly wake up, you notice
that you're almost chilly and, in your
groggy, half-counciousness, you reach over and pull the sheet
around you and just that flimsy sheet makes it warm enough and
you drift back off into a deep sleep. And it's that
reaching, that gesture, that reflex we have to pull
what's warm-- whether it's something or
someone-- toward us, that feeling we get when we
do that, that feelings of being safe in the world and ready for
sleep, that's
happiness.
I am not a morning person. I am not a night owl.
But I can rock 11:30 AM like nobody's business.
But I can rock 11:30 AM like nobody's business.
Am I the only person who's scared to go pee at night?
I was "the kid" who
got in trouble for
Reading
past my
bedtime
Every night you cry your self to sleep
Thinking "Why does this happen to me?"
Thinking "Why does this happen to me?"
Song credit: Maroon 5
Me when I have school the day after: *pulls an all-nighter*
Me when I don't have school the day after: *goes to bed at 10 pm*
