I'm Addicted to My Sleep Mask and Other Sleep-Related Confessions

I'm Addicted to My Sleep Mask and Other Sleep-Related Confessions

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Jennifer Hunter
Jan 6, 2015
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It started so innocently. In a simple attempt to catch a few winks on a cross-country flight, I picked up a sleep mask in the terminal. Cut to: two years later, it's three-o-clock in the morning and I'm shaking my boyfriend awake so he'll get up and help me slide our bed away from the wall, and I can retrieve my mask where it's fallen behind the headboard. As with any addiction, I've finally hit rock bottom.

What can I say? I love a good hit of sleep-masking. It's so dark and cozy under there. In true Pavlov-style, slipping on my mask tells my brain it's time to sleep and I can usually drift off almost immediately.

"Sounds great," you may be thinking "I'm gonna get myself one of those magic, sleep-creating devices!"

Not so fast. The problem with needing an actual thing (besides, you know, a bed) to fall asleep is that if you're ever caught without it, you're struck with insta-insomnia. So if you forget to pack your mask, or your luggage doesn't make it, or the elastic breaks late one night, you're just plain out of luck.

And somehow, one high-maintenance sleep habit has opened the door to a multitude of other picky practices. I now need a very specific temperature range, an untucked and lightweight yet warm cover and, interestingly, one exposed foot to be truly comfortable.

So what's happening to me? Is this just a result of getting older and set-in-my-ways? Maybe it's because I'm no longer so sleep-deprived that I can fall asleep anytime and anywhere just out of pure necessity.

Commiserate with me. Tell me, what are your sleep-related quirks?

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