I read somewhere that the day Edison discovered electric bulb , and the night darkness was banished, was the day we rang a death knell for our true quota of restful sleep. Nighttime activities grew by leaps and bounds , and the signal the body received from a darkening sky, to rest, sleep and recuperate, was confounded by dazzling lights. We became nocturnal beings , and perpetually tired, yawning , zombies during the daytime. “Wake up !” cries my hubby for me to take my morning walk , to watch birds already chirping praises to the Lord. “Wake up !” Screams my brain when the milkman rings the bell. “Wake up !” I scream at my daughter to catch the early morning bus. We are all waking each other up , even as each of us wants to burrow deep down into that warm quilt , and sleep the rest of the day off.
Nighttime activities grew by leaps and bounds , and the signal the body received from a darkening sky, to rest, sleep and recuperate, was confounded by dazzling lights. We became nocturnal beings , and perpetually tired, yawning , zombies during the daytime.
“Wake up !” cries my hubby for me to take my morning walk , to watch birds already chirping praises to the Lord.
“Wake up !” Screams my brain when the milkman rings the bell.
“Wake up !” I scream at my daughter to catch the early morning bus.
We are all waking each other up , even as each of us wants to burrow deep down into that warm quilt , and sleep the rest of the day off.