Scary Sleep

At the grand old age of 19, I feel I've had an eventful life. I'm neither old, nor wise but the way my life has panned out has made me learn that a lot can happen in a small amount of time. Now if you've read my other blogs you'd understand that I'm not afraid to admit my phobias, and going to sleep is most definitely one of them. Not because it's dark or the monsters could get me, but that losing conscious for the mandatory 8 hours is frankly terrifying. It is probably worse for me because I'm quite a heavy sleeper and it takes a lot to wake me up. I slept through an oil depot explosion once, which according to the rest of my family sounded like a gun shot in our house. Because of this I'm prone to pen marker attacks like the one below and pictures telling everyone that I was smashed off a small amount of alcohol when really I was just tired. You can understand then, my fear that a friend or my sister could ring in need of help late at night or that my 3am alarm might not go off to get up for work (I work early mornings). After waking up, I can only breathe a sigh of relief when I've made sure I've had no:

• Phone calls from work
• "Help me I'm getting attacked" texts from my friends
• Marker pen on my face

It's safe to say that when I have kids or some kind of responsibility in the future, I'm never going to sleep.