If I wrote an auto-biography, it would be titled “Quest for a Nap!” Or maybe “Falling Asleep on the Train.”
When I first started working an early shift in news radio, I would find myself up at 3 o’clock, 4, 5 in the morning on my days off — unable to sleep. I just couldn’t go back to bed. And taking naps? Forget it. Who can sleep in the middle of the day? Or so I thought.Flash forward a few years, a couple kids and a career and I’m convinced I could sleep for hours at any time of the day in any situation. If only I could.
I’ve looked longingly at the floor under my computer at work and envied George Costanza: Seinfeld’s side-kick who built a bed neatly under his desk.
I’ve made friends with all of the train conductors I see on a regular basis, hoping they will wake me up if I dose off on the commute home from work.
Channing Tatum, Ryan Gosling and George Clooney could all turn up buck-naked on my front porch and I’d tell them to get lost because I’m trying TO SLEEP.
When I do snooze — on my day off — it’s as if I’m trying to set a record.
I’ve crawled into bed around 8 PM, woken up in the early AM, gulped water like a marathon runner and gone back to bed to power-sleep until 10 AM. I’ve turned sleeping into an Olympic sport for which I am certain I would win GOLD. I wake up with creases in my face from the pillow, the mattress dented in a perfect me-sized-shape from not moving for HOURS.
Someday I won’t be tired. Maybe I will even long to be busy, again. But I’m pretty sure that one day, when I am resting underground and Gabriel blows his horn to wake the dead (1 Thessalonians 4:16-17) those of us who’ve worked odd shifts will roll over and say, “Seriously, dude. Ten more minutes.”
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