I Love Sleep
I love to sleep. I do some of my best think lying in my bed with three comfortable, puffy pillows by my side. That may sound strange, but ideas just come to me while I lie under my cosy down blanket with my comfortable pillow supporting the contour of my lop-sided head. Sleep gives me a sense of security and comfort. To me, sleep is death without the responsibility. I could talk about the accomplishments I have done, and brag on and on. But I believe that sleep is far more important. Sometimes I get the feeling that some people my age don’t appreciate sleep. They are too consumed with their time that they find little time to sleep. It’s a lifelong activity that affects how I behave around other people, and how I feel about myself. I see too many of my friends fall asleep in class; they claim that their active lives take away their sleep. How active are they sleeping in class bobbing their head up and down in a jerky motion, trying to stay awake? I use to be like them too. During my sophomore year, with swim practice and an additional Tae Kwon Do class on the side, I would stay up late into the night to finish my schoolwork. Thinking that if I sacrificed a few hours of sleep I would be able to keep up.