Sometimes, you just can't help falling asleep on the couch. You know how it is. You are comfortably situated there, laying on the couch with a good book and you are getting sleepier and sleepier. There comes a moment when you think to yourself "I should go up to bed" followed by the thought, "or, I could just let myself fall asleep here".
Letting myself just fall asleep on the couch can sometimes feel...indulgent. Like a little luxury. It is comfy and cozy on the couch with the light of a lamp and the quietness of being downstairs all by myself. So I allow myself to just drift off...and then, sometime later, I wake with a start.
It's one of those "Why am I sleeping here??" split seconds of reorientation. And then suddenly I notice that it doesn't feel so comfy and cozy on the couch anymore. I'm down here all by myself. Late at night. That's not so cozy. A lone lamp is on surrounded by deep darkness in all the other rooms of the house. Its light is stark rather than comforting now. Quickly I switch it off and race up the stairs to my own bed, next to a sleeping husband in a soft darkness. Comfy and cozy once again.
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I don't dare fall asleep on the couch anymore. Not just because it's not cozy, but because I'm old enough that my body rebels if I sleep anywher but my own bed. Too many aches to enjoy that sort of thing. Sad days!!
Did I mention that I wear orthodics? And Rachel thinks she's 80?
Were you spying on my last night? Because I totally had this exact same experience. Minus the sleeping husband part.
I hate waking up on the couch and having that feeling like I've wasted precious time in my bed getting real sleep. And then realizing that I still have to wash my face and brush my teeth. I can't go to bed without doing those things.
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