This is the one with the best feeling in the world.
I go to bed early…usually before 10pm every night. Last night I tucked myself in around 9:30 and read myself to sleep. When Daniel came in to go to bed, I was already experiencing REM, and the commotion in the bathroom woke me up.
“Did you already shower?” I asked him, thinking that it was already morning.
“Go back to bed,” he said. “It’s still night time.”
What a glorious feeling that is – thinking that you need to wake up and start your day and realizing that you actually have at least 6 more hours to sleep.
