Story Of My Sleep

STORY OF MY SLEEP

Sleep is such a luxury which some people can’t afford. Drooping eyelids are in pain with constant stare on the wall, thoughts brushing through the mind. It’s hardest time to be alive and 4 am knows all the secrets. Somewhere I am lost in my own world.Sleeplessness is a kind of a torture. Rationalising hours and hours thinking about the reason behind it.

I still remember that night.

After an exhausting day, I came back home thinking about the ways to fall asleep. Articles said that chamomile tea may help. So, I took bath and drank one. As I am relaxing on my warm and comfortable bed, I thought of catching an episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

My eyelids felt heavy. I turned off the lights hoping to sleep but I was not able to. Chamomile tea was of no use. Trick I thought would work is actually not working. I kept tossing and turning on the bed for some time.

Articles say no to screens an hour before bedtime, but who really follows that advice?

OK. I should rather read something mind-numbing. Maybe my history book can benefit me in my insomnia. Though I never understood a word of it but still I thought to give it a try. I was simply perusing without comprehending even a word. Unfortunately, it did not work out either.

My hair was wet, I turned on the heater, bed was soft and I tried counting and meditating. I imagined as if I am tranquilizing on a soothing beach but, nothing could make me doze off.

The restless night did not leave the chase.

“Maybe I am hungry?”

I thought of eating something so I went to the downstairs to the kitchen.

“Scrambled eggs? Umm……good option.”

After calming my cravings, I yet again got on my bed thinking that I shouldn’t have eaten that because now I am more energised than I was before. I won’t be able drowse now.

I just took my phone and started scrolling my feed. One of the posts said that even resting is beneficial. So, I kept my phone aside. I laid on my bed and gently closed my eyes. I started enjoying the snugness of my bed before I have to get out of it in two hours for my college.

“Shit”, I jumped out of shock.

Its already 11 a.m. I was supposed to reach my college at 9 a.m.

Did I just fall asleep?

I need to have some of coffee to figure this out, but not so much that I am wide-awake all night all over again.

Yes, I did slumber. WHOA! I did sleep.

This was probably the unsurpassed night of my life. The story of my sleep from the bunch of wakeful hours of darkness

-Thank You

Parul Alag