sometimes we just float

It’s that kind of morning where I should have gotten up when I actually woke up. But instead, I nestled deeper into the comforter and the comfort of my wife’s side.

We had turned the central heating off and overnight the house lost a couple degrees. The morning was chilly, daylight just slowly making its way outside. Even daylight had frosty breath.

I burrowed further into bed, trying to find the comfiest position to sleep in. I knew the dog was tippy-tapping for me to get up, and the cat was rumbling under the bed with excitement. But I just wasn’t ready to leave the warm gooey-ness of Sunday morning sleep.

The thing is, I’m a morning person. Any time after 3am, you can get me up and going within minutes. My brain just- turns on. And I’m up.

Obviously I’m not a night person, and I’m usually the one who wants to head to bed around 9–10pm. After 2–3pm, my productivity and motivation to do things declines rapidly. I guess I’m more of a 3am-3pm kind of person.

Obviously the world doesn’t work this way.

I knew that sinking back into slumber this morning would screw my sleep cycle.

I had seen a video about naps a couple days ago coincidentally. Some neurologist (I think?) was saying that the sleep cycle or wave is something like 70–90 minutes long. That meant that if we took a nap of less than that, then we are interrupting the cycle and then we feel like we didn’t rest. She said that it can take up to 4 hours to try and get out of the fucked-up-sleep grogginess that you interrupted. Shit!

Guess who interrupted that nap?

See, I woke up rested, but I craved more. I got greedy. So I thought, well, what’s the harm? It’s the weekend anyhow, I deserve it, I’ve worked hard. So, back to sleep I went.

But then my dog threw up maybe 15 minutes later because he’s a stubborn shit who’s a picky eater. He had kibble, he just wanted some turkey toppings. But I went back to sleep and he disagreed with that entire concept apparently. So Bleeeeeeeehhhhh some stomach bile.

The thing is, is that we also have a demon cat, and he likes to play with liquids. Which meant if the vomit wasn’t cleaned up fast, someone would track it through the damn house.

No thank you.

Remember that floating feeling? That sinking into comfort yet flying up in the clouds? Everything is so serene and blissful. Everything is calm and tranquil. Ah, what a dream.

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This article was originally posted on Medium.com under my other pseudonym Poet In the Arctic.

It was also just really nice to write something just for me and not for a challenge or following a prompt. Sometimes we just need to sit down with some pen and paper, or laptop, or even a good ol' Remington typewriter and let go.

Sometimes we just need to write for the sake of writing and nothing more. There's that purity to it, that stripped bare essence. It's as thin and simple as air, and just as important.

So as you reach the end of this little snippet of mine, I want you to think- when have you last written for the sake of just writing? When have you allowed yourself to create something that needs not bare a monetary reward, or praise? If it's been a while, then this is your wake-up call.

Write.