The bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret; we make up our minds every night to leave it early, but we make up our bodies every morning to keep it late. ~Charles Caleb Colton
Morning is a pretty delightful time, usually. Sometimes filled with golden sunlight; even gloom is more attractive in the morning. There’s always coffee. It’s a new day, filled with new possibilities, and all that.
But morning does have its downsides. Here are ten of them:
- Whatever chance you had of figuring out your problems in your dream is over. Now, to find any solution you may have discovered, you have to try and remember what the dream even was.
- All the work you did yesterday to get ready for the day: ruined. You have to do it all over again.
- The costume change sucks. Nothing is as comfy-cozy as pajamas.
- The whole “opening your eyes to bright light” thing hurts.
- That thing you avoided dealing with yesterday. Still there.
- Warm bed. Cold house.
- Remember the exercise you did yesterday? No? Your joints do.
- Cooking? Now? You’ve got to be kidding me.
- Well look at that. Another day closer to being old.
- Break is over. Back to work.
The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest. The repose of the night does not belong to us. It is not the possession of our being. Sleep opens within us an inn for phantoms. In the morning we must sweep out the shadows.
Sleep is perverse as human nature,
Sleep is perverse as legislature….
So people who go to bed to sleep
Must count French premiers or sheep,
And people who ought to arise from bed
Yawn and go back to sleep instead.
~Ogden Nash, Read This Vibrant Exposé
If people were meant to pop out of bed, we’d all sleep in toasters.
~Author unknown, attributed to Jim Davis
There is no hope for a civilization which starts each day
to the sound of an alarm clock.
The best bridge between despair and hope is a good night’s sleep.
~E. Joseph Cossman
The amount of sleep required by the average person
is five minutes more.
There are twelve hours in the day, and above fifty in the night.
~Marie de Rabutin-Chantal