The snooze button was my friend this morning. Though it offers only a five minute respite before the alarm sounds again, I used it. Every time I did, I told myself, “the next time the alarm goes off, I’ll get up.” Every time, it seemed like that five extra minutes of sleep would make a difference. It kind of did, too, in the end. Not one five minute snooze, but the total 40 minute rest that I got between the alarm sounding and me hitting the snooze button seems to have done it. I feel well rested and ready to tackle the day.
It amazes me, first, that I can wake up, grope for the alarm, find the snooze button, replace the alarm on the bedside table, and fall instantly back to sleep. Over and over. In years past, I would get up to the alarm, stoke the fire in the wood stove (which often involved starting fresh with paper and kindling, if the coals had burned away), fill the coffee pot and start it brewing, turn on the electric heater in the bathroom, then reset the alarm for an additional fifteen minutes of rest. By the time the alarm sounded again, the coffee would be ready, the fire would be working on warming the house, and the bathroom would be toasty warm. Sometimes, the best and sweetest sleep of the entire night was in that fifteen minutes stolen from the morning.
One interruption of my sleep in the middle of the night, and I am often up for hours. If the dogs need to go out, I barely open my eyes as I maneuver down stairs and around furniture to open the door. I can make it to the bathroom, too, without ever turning on a light. I know that if I allow myself to become more alert, it will be a long time before I’m able to get back to sleep. That is not a problem in the morning, it seems. Then, any little bit of extra time snuggled in bed is a bonus!