I am not the greatest sleeper in the world. I can thank my father’s side of the family for this special trait. My mom referred to my father as Leaping Larry. She said he never really slept at night, but rather he levitated above the covers and spun. Continuously. All Night. I don’t think I am Levitating Lanita, but perhaps you should ask my husband.
I’ve never been a person that could fall asleep the second my head hit the pillow. I don’t understand how other people can do it. Do you remember the students in college who could take a nap on a couch in the student union? Yeah, that wasn’t me. On a good day, it takes at least 30 minutes to quiet the monkey chatter in my head. Sleeping requires a dark room, complete quiet, and stillness.