One morning earlier this week, I rolled over in bed and looked at the clock. 2:22 stared at me. I’d been tossing and turning for hours, and it still wasn’t time to get up? I felt like a piece of bread, stuck in the toaster, burning to a crisp and unable to escape.
Hence, a bad night’s sleep is like a burnt piece of toast. You’re stuck in the toaster, turning black, maybe even smoking, unable to get comfortable, fighting the sheets and the blankets – aka, the heating coils. Yes, you’re hot. No, now you’re cold. There are noises in your head or are they real? Is that the smoke detector? And will that smell ever leave your nose?
A good night’s sleep, however, is like that perfectly golden-brown piece of toast. You’ve been in bed – the toaster – for the exact right amount of time. You haven’t had to move because you are totally comfortable and the perfect temperature. The only sound is the steady, gentle hum of those heating coils. And the smell? Heavenly, soothing, like a memory from childhood. Mom in the kitchen buttering your breakfast, as she sips her beautifully brewed cup of coffee.
You
pop out of bed – or the toaster – warm and crisp on the outside, strong enough to
do battle with the day, while warm and soft on the inside, happy to be alive.
Okay, or maybe not. However you slept last night, I wish you a wonderful day.
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