Before you start reading, this one is going to be better than Adam Sandler, Trust me.
Gone are the days when my mother read me a story and it always ended well. They lived happily ever after and I slept happily ever since.
Bedtime Stories have changed from fables to rants, from fantasy to veracity. Sleep Procrastination is the technical term and it is addictive. People who are ‘Bedtime Procrastinators’ make huge unrealistic plans and on the contrary do very little to actually make them happen; in the night, wide awake, on their beds while the world sleeps because they ACTUALLY DID SOMETHING! Now hold it, I can make these conjecture because I indeed am one. *smirk*
It is at 2 a.m. when I suddenly feel determined to change my life, read more, make more friends, make amends and be a better person. I often run scenes in my head about conversations which could have been better. *Damn. I should’ve said this.* I make up scenarios which can never possibly even happen.
- Andrew Garfield staring at me while I work in my lab coat. (Ain’t no one got time for that.)
- Running around in my Jimmy Choo shoes.
- Being on Dr. House’s team.
- Actually speaking better than Oprah Winfrey.
- Being the Honorable guest at Obama’s Birthday party. (Like, I am stoned.)
Jokes apart, I actually do quite a lot of thinking. Serious emotional drama in those moments of weakness. Assumptions can actually make life simpler (or harder). Procrastination makes life seem a cake walk, because I have contemplated a situation from EVERY possible angle while I couldn’t sleep. Its like preparing yourself for the day that awaits you. I am complete in this moment, I am satisfied for while procrastinating, I live life on my terms.
Sleep Procrastination has now become a drug. Not one day goes by that I do not make up a lullaby.