Isn’t it odd how we never stop learning about ourselves?
I just returned from dropping My Favorite Domer off at Notre Dame for Summer Term (more on this tomorrow). Anyway, it’s the first time I got a hotel room away from the main lights of the city.
So it was dark. Really dark. The kind of dark that leads your imagination to play all sorts of tricks on you.
Like when you hear funny noises and imagine creepy critters scurrying about. Or when you see looming shadows and know you’re next.
I thought about leaving a lamp on, but no way can I sleep with that much light.
At home, nights aren’t that dark because there’s plenty of light from streetlamps and our neighbors.
Not in the hotel, though.
So I decided to leave the TV on. I turned the volume way down and aimed the screen away from the bed.
But the station kept switching scenes and the resulting flashes were anything but restful.
I jumped up and changed to a steadier channel.
Still no luck.
Frustrated, I jumped up again and turned it off.
Now hunkering beneath the covers in my dark room, I started to itch.
Probably just the Lysol I sprayed onto the pillow, I thought.
Or maybe it was bugs.
I jumped up again.
I swear I was more tired after “sleeping” eight hours than I would have been if I’d just stayed up all night!
So next time, I’m going to pack a nightlight and my own sleeping bag.
Can’t be too careful now, can we?!
Obviously you’re not drinking enough. But yeah, a nightlite is a good idea!
Loved your comment, and you’re right — I wasn’t!! I was trying to set a good example for my son, who was probably trying to set a good example for me!