I was just nodding off to sleep the other night, when an amazing idea for a blog post hit me right in the middle of my thinkbox.
[Allow me to qualify that ‘amazing’ – I thought it was amazing. But I was half-asleep at the time, so bear with me. If I can convince you from the offset that it’s amazing, perhaps my enthusiasm for the idea will paper over any obvious defects it contains.]
As the title suggests, my thought was to wonder who you’d sleep with, if you could sleep with anyone in the world.
The proper, actual, sleeping kind.
Because it struck me that to actually feel comfortable enough to spend the night in a room with someone else (who you’re not already partnered off with) would be quite a testament to the level of friendship you have.
Not only do they get to see you in your jammies, but also what you look like when you’re bleary-eyed and BedHeaded in the morning. They might hear if you snore or talk or fart in your sleep. And you might hear and see them.
On the face of it, not an attractive thought.
But then there’s the other side. The side where you get to be silly and giggly and talk about all things under the sun. The side where maybe there was wine (or maybe not) and the hour gets later and later, and time deepens and enriches until it’s irrelevant. And the world contracts in importance until there’s only the two of you, and your conversation and the time you share.
That part is transcendent, and so worth doing.
When everything you say feels profound and important, and the layers of inhibition fall away and you just talk.
Eventually the conversation slows: you stop turning to make eye contact, and start snuggling into your pillows, still chatting. The gaps in between sentences become longer, and the thoughts expressed take on a haze, leaving you wondering ‘Did I really just say that?’ or ‘Is that even a real word?’ and all at once, you’re into that incredible Peter-Pan-World between sleep and awake, when the possibilities are all ‘Second Star to the Right and Straight On Til Morning’.
You know that in the morning there’ll be a measure of giggliness (somewhat muted by the levels of Tired you’ll both be struggling against) and an awkward moment when you both want to use the bathroom at the same time. And an influx of the mundane over tea (or coffee) and breakfast and the slow, unfurling emergence into the day, as you adjust to negotiating the presence of an unfamiliar Other.
But there are recollections. Flashbacks. And the whole encounter is still tinged with the memories of the easy intimacy of the night before – those magical, time-slowed-down moments.
And that perfect stillness, right before you slept, when the room was filled with velvet darkness, wonder and the sound of the two of you just…breathing.
Who would you pick?
(And because I’d hate for you to miss out, if you don’t already follow me on Instagram – here’s what I look like post-nap, with bleary eyes and BedHead…)
I’m linking up with Silly On Sunday – wanna join me there?