A necessary eight hours

I have lately made it a priority to get eight hours of sleep each night. Okay, I admit, it is a little more than a priority. It is an absolute freakish obsession! I love hanging out with my friends at night, but as soon as it gets close to midnight or 1:00 in the morning I stare nervously at the clock wondering when things will wrap up so I can bury myself up in my beloved down comforter. I realize that I could always exit the party early and just go to bed, but I love "hanging out" too much to bow out early for sleep. Oh, but I am starting to love sleep more and more. During the day I daydream about that soft hotel pillow from the Marriot in Las Vegas that is now on my bed. (they stole my pillow, I figure it is fair game that I take theirs!) I close my eyes and see the comfort of my pink flowered sheets. For over two weeks now I have been getting a consistent eight hours of sleep. I sleep through my first class if necessary, but I am obsessed with 480 minutes in my bed! Most days I don't even have class until 10:00 so that means I only have to get to bed by 1:30 in order to wake up in time. I plan and stress over how to arrange my school work, my social obligations, and my waiting tables to accommodate my sleeping schedule. Even now my eyes are starting to feel heavy. I am supposed to go see a movie with a cute boy tonight, but I have a sneaky suspicion that throughout the entire movie I will only be thinking about my down comforter and my amazing hotel pillow. Eight hours of sleep a night is so wonderful. Once you start, you can never go back.