I’m a snoozer. I know everything you read that tells how to get a good nights sleep says hitting that snooze button is a no no, but I just can’t help myself. That alarm goes off and I instinctively reach over, knocking a few things of the nightstand in the process, and smack that snooze button. Then I flip over the pillow to the cool side, stretch out and wrap around that extra pillow and drift off for another 20 minutes.
I don’t know why, and it really doesn’t seem fair, but those minutes of sleep after hitting that snooze button are the best of the night. I always wonder why those fleeting minutes in the morning have to be the the most tranquil moments of the nights sleep. The pillow feels the best, the sheets the most comfortable, and the wool comforter holds the heat in keeping you a nice toasty 98.6 degrees under the sheets while it’s a crisp cool 59 in the room. Sometimes a good dream makes its way into those 20 minutes. A dream so good that it makes those 20 minutes seem like 60.
Early New York Winter Morning
I glance out the window into the dark. In the glow of the streetlight I can see the snow whipping and the coating of ice and snow on the ground. It makes it difficult to crawl out of bed. Glancing at the outside temperature and seeing 8 degrees I just say the heck with it, hit that button again, and take another 20 minutes. The day won’t miss me for a little longer.
Eventually though I have to succumb to my responsibilities and climb out of bed. The cool New York morning air wakes me up abruptly. I pull on my heavyweight Woolx Merino Wool top to thwart the cold and head towards the smell of freshly brewed coffee. Cradling the cup to warm my hands I part the curtain to see how much snow and ice is on the car. For a minute, after seeing what awaits me outside, I think of climbing back into my bed before it cools back down but think better of it. Tomorrow morning will arrive and with it another 20 minutes of blissful snoozing…zzzzzzzzz.