To Sleep Perchance?
Hotel beds are never as comfortable as your bed at home. Sure they’re often bigger, and at the more fashionable establishments, there are usually not a compliment of canines attempting to crawl in with you, but something is missing.
…still awake and blogging…
It’s like the hotel room is too perfect in a way your own home would never be. Too clean, too pressed, too “spit and polish” minus the spit of course. Home is warm, fitted and comfortable. Home is where I can fall asleep peacefully on the sofa or curl up into my warm comfortable bed and find rest, even though the three canine amigos will no doubt be hogging the covers.
Guess that explains why I’m still awake and blogging… Hotels are a lot of things, but they’re not a place where I sleep well.
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“minus the spit” ???
Seems like hotels are rife with spit and other bodily fluids. Just don’t turn on a UV light. Hmm, that probably won’t help you sleep.
Perhaps we stay in different hotels… I rarely need to break out the “CSI” kit to check the room over
And it didn’t really matter, I wasn’t sleeping anyway.
Although I rarely find it difficult to sleep in hotels (a bed and TV will keep me happy), it does seem strange at times when you just lay there and it’s like you’re trying to find something familiar that says you’re safe and secure to shut your eyes.
But then again, perhaps I find it easy to sleep because I usually come from a long meeting that drags well past into midnight.
Yikes… I’ve had a few days like that too. Mostly too much coffee coupled with a sense that the universe is out of sorts in my case though.