sleep
Tell me how this works.
I sleep well. I sleep so well that J has to prod me in the morning to see if I'm still alive. So far, I have been. Even more so once she prods me.
But I sleep soundly. So soundly I hardly make a sound, with no snoring according to reports from she who knows, and very little in the way of movement either.
It is said that I would probably sleep through an armed police raid. A night-time thunderstorm garners little response, apart from a "Oh, was there?" when told about it in the morning. Howling winds mean nothing to me when I'm asleep, no matter if you call them hurricanes, cyclones or typhoons.
I sleep soundly.
(An aside. We once had my brother-in-law to stay. He was awake in the spare room at 3am one windy night, googling—because he was genuinely not used to the sort of noise that a 60mph gale can create out here in the sticks in our high-up location—'Is the apocalypse here?')
I go to bed, read for a few minutes, then lights off, settle down. Then, more often than not, it's seven and a half hours of something approaching a coma.
With one exception. There is normally a half-time excursion to the bathroom, around 3-4am. But even then, it's a few minutes of PING!, switched on, job to do (do job), back and settle down under the duvet, switch off again, flatline.
So given this, that I am getting high quality, undisturbed (some say undisturbable) sleep for around seven and a half hours per night, it is a complete mystery that I never feel refreshed in the morning. I never wake up, spring out of bed with a song in my heart and bound towards the start of the day with a renewed and refreshed joie de vivre.
No. I awake, register some surprise at the fact that I have woken up again, and then wearily wend my way to the bathroom to look in the mirror—I want to see if I look as groggy and bleary as I feel.
What is going on? Isn't sleep meant to be restorative? Am I not—despite being switched-off and comatose for the equivalent of a working day—rested?
And then, this feeling of being mostly awake (but not sure I should be), persists throughout the morning. If I'm lucky, it wears off by about elevenses. If I'm not lucky (normal) it follows me around all day. Then, it sneaks up and batters me about the head after lunch and leaves me to recover, prone on the sofa, until dinner time.
I don't know what's going on.
I shall have a little nap while I think about it.
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