Of Sloths and Sleepwalkers

The Sleepwalkers

Their eyes are glassy; their arms outstretched. They enter into the kitchen at eleven on a winter morning and make themselves some tea. Though asleep, they manage to smirk and scowl at the insensitive souls who refused to make them some. As smoke rises in the air, they find themselves a biscuit and take the steep steps down to their room. It ain’t no minor miracle this: their sleepy brains and lazy feet successfully coordinate to disembark from a steep-staircase-ride and eventually jump inside a soft, pink quilt. Outside, the day ripens and the sun climbs up a few storeys. For the sloths though, the night has just begun.

It is sad that this breed of indolent sloths has taken over a perfectly tame and often, worrisome sleep disorder.

Kids, when found rising in sleep, are likely to be under stress of some sort. They fail to fall in slumber and are up and about, often working at daily tasks, while the brain is in a faraway land. It is possible that the sloths read up related literature and zeroed down on this as the silver bullet that would have all their sloth-symptoms excused.

Strange, this sleepwalking. What is even more mystifying is that the repercussions of this somnolence transcend all barriers of time, place and occasion. For instance, if you see them all alert in front of the television and request: “Won’t you see who rang the doorbell?”, they instantly droop and their eyes droop further and all they reply is a fly-like: “Zzzz”. They could have been mosquitoes in a previous birth for all we know. Say on another instance, when everyone is getting ready for an afternoon of chit-chat, they silently slide away into the comforts of the pink quilt. “I didn’t realize how and when I fell asleep!” they later complain. But of course. It doesn’t matter if the people in the chit-chat were ones they were meeting after a decade. It isn’t their fault, the poor things. They are sleepily-challenged.

When I see sleep-deprived youngsters slogging away in graveyard shifts, my heart goes out to them. They have distorted biological clocks. Like the parents whose baby is fond of midnight shrills and trills. But for the sloth-sleepwalkers, the causes of illness are unknown. Experts are divided in opinion between an adamant laziness and an elementary refusal of labour of any kind. Patients, it seems, are helpless when faced with chances of ‘work’. Their limbs freeze and mouths go dry.

On my part, I am willing to add to the research. I know several darlings afflicted with this spooky sleepwalking business. And if a cure is formulated, I would require several packets to hand out.

*picture fromΒ sleepzine.com

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38 thoughts on “Of Sloths and Sleepwalkers

  1. I work in late night shift and let me tell you, getting a good sleep is not at all difficult if you want. Its jsut that when we over stretch our abilities to stay awake and do things which are always not so important that we end up in this mess ! ( look who’s talking , my friends would comment :D)

    good post !

    • Ha ha… you deserve the sleep Lady N and I can understand the ease. But there are so many people I know who have no reason whatsoever to justify their sleepy heads. πŸ˜›
      Glad you liked reading!

  2. I ws sleep early, wake up early kinda person. But with the husband and his returning late home coming into my life, I have surprised myself with being awake late into the night. 11:30pm and reading blogs could never be me before πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜‰

  3. Well written as always.
    My job won’t allow me to wake up late no matter how late I slept. Lately, I couldn’t sleep before 1am and I have to wake up at 5.30am. I am trying to get back to my normal sleep again which is around 10pm.

    • Whoa Novroz, 5:30 AM is stiff. I had this roomie who used to get up at 4 for her work shift. I hope you manage to get back to the former routine for complete sleep is essential.
      Delighted you liked the post N! πŸ˜€

      • Whether I am working or not,I have to wake up at 5.30 (sometimes earlier depends on the sun) for my morning pray. Although when I wasn’t working, I went back to sleep πŸ˜‰

        I hope so too.

  4. I wouldn’t say I am a sloth, but I am definitely not a morning person. I think & set alarms to wake up early so I have more time & day light on hand, but it seems my deepest sleep comes in the early hours & before I know it is 8:30am. That is how life is deary ….

    • On that I have to agree Rituparna. Sleep seems the most comfortable and deep when morning is near. Such an irony.
      Oh I am sure life isn’t dreary. There is a charm in getting up when we want to after all. πŸ˜€

  5. I am not a sloth, but mornings just start late for me, what to do? Maybe they have conspired with the nights, because somehow, nights are getting longer and longer. But my alarm clock is very kind. When it sees I’m in deep sleep, it magically lowers its voice so as not to disturb me. πŸ˜›

    • Ha ha… I can totally understand Jyoti. It’s not your fault; it’s the winter! The nights are long, the days short. And this will go on till the solstice. This is the time when all unofficial sleep addicts can have their addiction excused. πŸ˜‰

    • Whoa, now I know whom to target with all the sleep disorder gyan. πŸ˜€ Such behaviour used to be alien to me as well B, but given the examples around me, I have now become something of an expert.

  6. I was one among the so called “owls” during college days.Staying awake till 4-5am was easier than sleeping at 10pm.Breakfast was a rare moment to be captured.Weight of my head was made me drag my legs while walking to the loo.But again I would say those days were awesome.

    Routine changed the moment I was out of college.

    Today if you tell me to hit the bed at anytime,I will fall asleep in a jiffy πŸ˜›

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