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Lydia Hines
IDEAS
April, 30 2021
My Favorite Accommodation
Imagine a cloud, a warm hug, a pesky friend who will not let you do anything else.
Yes, a procrastinator’s best friend. Eternal laziness. A shit ton of blankets and pillows.
There is no greater comfort than feeling completely safe under the covers, protected by
your imagination. As a child, I would dream up the most bizarre worlds imaginable and live
highs and lows in a world that does not exist. I remember when I was six, I ran away from home
to a far-off land. There, I met the king at a gas station, and he sold me a dolphin keychain. Sadly
when I went back home, my house was burnt to the ground… but ya know! Who doesn’t like
dolphins? I also escaped to an island where all of the animals spoke, and the only food was jelly
bellys that grew on trees. All the animals ate candy, and I nearly cried of joy, which was pretty
standard for a six year old. In my dreams I could live the superhero’s world, fighting side by
side with my idols. Sadly, I do not seem to remember my dreams anymore, but I still look
forward to them every night.
My bed is a physical place, but it also is my portal to a lawless land. My two favorite
moments in time are the brief moments before and after falling asleep. Late at night, when my
brain is running 200 mph, I can think, create, or design anything. When you are laying there,
staring off into space, it rivals the intensity of shower thoughts. The next best moment is the
millisecond when you first wake up in the morning, when you still remember all your dreams,
and the amazing ideas your mind came up with are flooding your memories, creating this raw
excitement. But not a second after you first wake up, everything disappears. Your ideas are
forgotten. Your body reminds you that it is still too early, and your dreams stop being reality.
The alarm clock screams endlessly, reminding me why I hate loud noises.
Ironically, I hate sleep, for two stupid reasons. My favorite time of the day is between
eleven and one in the morning. I am not required to accomplish anything, and I can just relax in
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my bed. I love the night and I love the peace of existing in a world that seems to move in slow
motion. I love the moments before falling asleep, but I know I’m just going to wake up groggy
and unmotivated. Would I feel better if I slept longer? In theory, but I often do not find that to be
the case. The night is my favorite time; it is precious to me. My aspirations and dreams can be
placed on hold and I can just be still. Sleep abuses that special time, because it creates a blank
gap of time I cannot process or appreciate. What I dream, I never remember. You seem to wake
up the minute you close your eyes, and morning has returned to tell you to keep functioning. I
have no control over what I am passionate about. While I thought sleep allowed me control over
my mind, it actually makes me forfeit my control over reality. I hate it.
But while I hate losing time, I love sleeping so much, too much. Your mind is asleep, but
you are carried by your dreams and are free from the laws of reality. Even if I do not dream, I
embrace the peaceful environment. The problem is, no matter how much or little sleep I get, I am
drowsy the entire day, and I can only remember how comfortable and safe I felt. I cannot fully
function in the real world, so I must sleep for a shorter amount of time. If I limit my amount of
sleep, I am less drowsy, and I tell myself I cannot sleep anymore. If I sleep a lot, I feel validated
to say, “just a few more minutes.” So, while I am a slave to my bed, and a puppet to the night, I
must tell myself that I hate sleep, because there is no such thing as eternal slumber in the living
world.
The Roommate:
Hngh...I’m tired this morning. I think I’m going back to sleep…Wait, it’s already 11,
nevermind. I’ll maybe take a nap after IDEAS. Can you blame me? Nothing is more
comfortable than a weighted blanket and taking my afternoon depression nap. Funnily enough,
Lydia also got a weighted blanket. For Christmas I think? Probably. I still do not understand
her weird obsession with stuffed animals and how she sleeps with like four of them but ok.
I think we both love the night. Usually I’ll send here fun tiktoks around midnight, and
once in a while we’ll have the best conversations in the early morning. We were laughing about
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a character in a show at around 1 AM, and eventually the conversation got to the point where
Lydia accused me and said that I’m the reason she has an absolute shit gaydar (long story, and
no, neither of us are gay lol).
I think both of us need more sleep than we actually get, but that’s everyone. Life gets so
busy that we forget to sleep, or we can’t focus. But I think a lot of people like sleeping, because
they can stop being in control for once. There is something comforting, yet equally terrifying,
in surrendering yourself to your surroundings for eight hours. I do not know. A bed can be
someone’s favorite location, but I think sleep could also be considered a place. I find equal joy
and fear in my dreams, but more often than not, they are a welcomed break from schoolwork.
Either way, I still have to wake up. Ugghh…five more minutes...