sunday life: in which I learn to sleep

This week I went to the foundations of a life better lived and road-tested sleep. You know, to see if this mortal coil is sweeter with it.

I’ve spent vast tracts of my life not sleeping. I went for five months in my early twenties on 2-3 hours a night. It turned me, almost literally, into a teapot. Then I had a phase where I’d wake at 3.25am. I’d fret and turn the pillow over and over looking for the cool side until the Currawongs drawled that lonely, first-light wauk-wauk-waaugh, a sound that sends us insomniacs into a tizz. It heralds the point of no returning to sleep. Throw in the blanket. Day is officially here.

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