Front Porch: Let Sleeping Moms Lie

A shadow sliced the sunlight. The white metal table wobbled as he dropped a sheaf of papers next to my brimming cup of café au lait. “It’s brilliant!” he said. “It’s something only you could write.” Carefully, I removed my wide-brimmed straw hat and looked into George Clooney’s baby blues. “I’m so glad you liked it,” I said. “I am really looking forward to …” “Zack’s still not home. I’m going down there.” George’s eyes faded. The sunshine and the Seine melted into darkness. My husband loomed over me as I tried to transition from Parisian dreams to wakefulness. “Wha? Huh?” Blearily I gazed at the clock – 1:15 a.m. I’d only been in bed a half hour. I hate to brag, but I excel at sleeping. It’s one of my true talents. In fact, when filling out résumés and job applications I’ve often wished I could include “sleeps soundly” under skills, but it’s never seemed appropriate/ Cindy Hval , SR. More here.

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Question: How many hours of sleep do you get each night? How many do you need?