Everyone I know wonders why I sleep so much. My friends, my family and everyone in between want to know why sleeping in until 2 p.m. gives me a rush, knowing that I have wasted most of the day in my slumber. Some people find their happy places in art, movies, or traveling, but I find mine while hidden under my blanket and tucked away from the rest of the world.

Sleep has a very strong hold on me, making me cling to my bed for an extra hour every morning. Since I started college, I have not been getting as much sleep time in as I would like to. Through unstable napping and excessive sleeping on weekends, I never seem to catch up. Sometimes I feel like a five-year-old who never grew out of nap time because of how big of a role it plays in my life. Now, sleeping gives me a sense of "me-time," a time where I can truly be alone in my thoughts and dreams.

Sleeping resets my body and it gives me an escape, which is why I've grown to appreciate it a lot more as I am growing older. I remember the days of my childhood, where I considered sleeping a sin and never dared to do it until my mom forced me to.

Sleep is so vital for our bodies to function (without depending on our morning coffee, of course.) I never understood this until my workload started picking up, and I tried my hardest to avoid falling asleep on the train. I truly understand the magic of sleep.

To my friends who complain about me not texting back in time: I am incredibly sorry. It was probably because I was sleeping!