I remember, when I was little, nap time was a sort of punishment for us. I always wanted to stay up as late as I could. Being able to stay up until 9pm was a privilege. But when you’re little, you end up going to sleep early anyway. It’s just how it works when you’re small. Especially when you’re in daycare or kindergarten. The teachers force you to lay your head down on your mat and close your eyes. It was the worse when you couldn’t sleep for the whole 45 minutes.
But now, being 17-years-old, I enjoy napping. I enjoy sleeping overall. I love staying up as late as I can and waking up when I’m refreshed and ready for the day. I haven’t met a person that doesn’t enjoy a nice rest and the comfort of being in bed. In the summer, I love being able to sleep in as the fan hits my skin and the sun shines through my window. Waking up at 6:50 am to get ready for school was never the highlight of my morning. I love being able to sleep for a long period of time and not wake up exhausted.
It’s great to sleep. It’s good for us. It’s especially good for me. Ha.