Me and Matt are terrible sleepers.
I have always been a thinker, a worrier and a bit of a stress-head so sleep never found me easily. Matt, on the other hand, is a volcano, erupting heat onto himself, the covers and me which you can imagine doesn’t help the situation at all. Recently though, now we’re on holiday from university, it became ridiculous. It’s no longer a matter of ‘we can’t sleep’, it’s simply ‘we don’t want to, we don’t need to, so let’s not.’
Sleeping pattern? Routine? What are those words? Who knows. Last night, we went to bed at 6am, and woke up at 2pm. Our body clocks have temporarily broken. It’s altering our perception of days and nights, our food, our schedules and probably our health too. The ultimate night-owls.
We figured out our problem though. Sleeping is a waste of time, so we put it off for as long as possible. We enjoy each other too much, and love being in the other’s company. We enjoy our hobbies and our home and our cats and never want to leave. Our brains are busy and we’re happy. We’re making the most of our last stress-free weeks in the foreseeable future before it all gets too serious.
In 2 weeks, real life kick-starts once more. This isn’t long term. We’re both looking forward to getting back into the world of normality and routine, yes, but for now let’s make the most of everything we can!
Sleep is rubbish.