I’ve always thought that I needed a lot of sleep to function properly. After all, I’ve slept through earthquakes before, and I even sleep through my brother punching me in his futile attempts to wake me up.
Partially, I attribute this habit to being a teenager, but recently, it’s become a little disturbing. For some strange reason, I’m constantly reminded of my own mortality, and I’ve begun to realize how many hours I’ve wasted by sleeping too much.