I'm pretty sure my spirit animal was meant to be a sloth because I find myself finding comfort sleeping as long as possible and moving extra slow if I have to leave the comfort of my bed. The struggle is real to pick our legs out of bed and be a contributing member of society. At work I slowly count down the hours until I'm reunited with my blankets and can close my eyes. If you love sleep you will understand all five of these.
1. You wake up early and see that you still have a half hour of sleep, but somehow it feels like five minutes.
I've had this happen too many times to count. I wake up at feel like it's Christmas all over again that I don't have to wake up yet. It doesn't help that I wake up like every hour during the night, so realizing I have more time is actually quite a big deal. The only downside is that time seems to move super quick once your eyes close, so it's as if no extra sleep happened at all.
2. You lie in bed at night counting how many hours of sleep you will get if you start sleeping at that exact moment.
There is just something so satisfying knowing that you will be getting exactly 6 hours and 43 minutes of sleep that night. When you really start getting into it, you find different ways you can shave time off getting ready for bed so that way you get even more sleep. And they say math is complicated.
3. When someone in your house is making every noise possible and you wake up with the wrath of a thousand lightning bolts coming out of your eyes.
Excuse me? Do I run around the house like Mushu from Mulan trying to wake up all the ancestors when you're trying to sleep? No. My mood for the entire day is dependent upon on how peaceful my slumber is. So if you decide you want to be obnoxious, then you better expect I'm gonna wake up ready to kill someone.
4. Your friends call you lame and old because you dip out super early.
When I hang out with my friends I always make sure to leave around a reasonable time to make sure that I won't be tired. However, my friends think I'm crazy that I don't want to stay out until all hours like most people my age do. Sorry sleep over my peeps.
5. When you finally lay down after a long day and the bed melts your entire body.
This. This, this, this. By the end of the day my body feels like a sack of boulders that I'm shuffling around everywhere like a zombie. The feeling of cold pillows and cozy blankets is a match made in Heaven. I feel bad for people who don't fully appreciate sleeping cause they also miss out on this.
