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"The Art of Sleeping Alone"

I opened my notebook and found this phrase at the top of an otherwise blank page. The handwriting was mine but I have no memory of writing it. If I knew the secret to sleeping alone I would fervently embrace it. Eight months now and I still haven't figured it out. Instead I'm at the awkward stage where I can't sleep alone and can't fall asleep with someone else. This is why, of course, I've decided not to sleep at all. I've slept too much of my life away, anyway.

Isn't it ironic that our culture demands we teach our children to sleep alone from the time they are born and then they grow up to spend incredible amounts of energy trying to find someone they can fall asleep with?