I have slept more in my car, on campus, this week than in my bed. Living "out of town," the drive is long and I have feared that indulging my desire to hop in bed to sleep even a little bit at the appropriate hour might carry-over, keeping me longer than intended; therefore, impeding on the assumed benefits.
As I have sat here contemplating for a time, the realization came that it might have all been arbitrary. I am so consumed by a simple idea that productivity has ceased. Yet this idea appears to have no validating merit, no reason; I am not experiencing or at least not consciously aware of being exhausted, sleepy, or tired.
I just miss my bed, inasmuch that an awareness of our separation is the sole concern of my conscious being.
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