As I sit here preparing to write this, slurping on my fourth cup of coffee today (no, seriously), I can't help but think about Sleeping Beauty.
Mainly, I'm thinking about how absolutely, unbelievably glorious it would be to get that much shut-eye. Seriously, she should be thanking that witch for gifting her with so much rest. She was doing little miss SB a damn favor.
No no, I'm talking about the original fairy tale where she quite literally got to sleep for 100 years.
Honestly, I could use that kind of nap sesh right about now because my sleeping pattern is just ridiculous.
It just seems like I'm always going to be droopy-eyed and weary, and it's just going to keep getting worse and worse until the day I, you know, kick the metaphorical bucket.
Lately I've actually been hitting the pillow well before midnight in the hopes of catching a solid 8 hours before I have to be an active member of society again in the morning.
Whether it's the birds chirping outside my window at 5 AM, the loudest garbage truck in the world heaving its way through my neighborhood, or simply my dumb brain keeping me up for hours, I just can't seem to get a good night's sleep.
Maybe one day it'll happen for me. But until then, I'll just keep refilling my mug and wishing I could be "cursed", too.
(And while we're at it, it's about damn time Sleeping Beauty admits to everyone she was actually blessed.)
