As a self-proclaimed 8 hrs a night sleeper, 10 in winter--yes, I am a mammal and a Vermonter, not a bear--I just want to say that I have a great respect and admiration for those who choose not to sleep through the night. And, honestly, one of the reasons I must insist on 8 to 10 hours is that, in all reality, I probably sleep a total of six. And don't get me wrong--I have tried. I have honestly given it the good old college try. I once spent all but 10 minutes of a 24 hr stint stifling yawns and head nods, the night my nephew, Sterling, was born insisting that I had a second, third and fourth wind. But even then, I failed. I walked the zombie walk of shame to a dark and comfortable nurse's room, curled up on a love seat have my length and fell embarrassingly and dreamily asleep. (Sorry, Sterling, but you were fine as far as we knew at the time.)
And I do not even want to tell you about the times in college I, like all my sorority sisters, cried out, "No sleep tonight!" only to fall prey to the 2 am drop-dead celestial seige that held out a soft pillow and sheets with 500 plus thread count...
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