Thrive on Campus//

Make Sleep Sexy Again

A letter to my beloved sexy slumber.

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To my long lost lover:

Though I’ve foolishly replaced you with Stern Dining cappuccinos and Market at Munger energy drinks, I still love you like a love song baby. Romeo and Juliet, Chuck and Blair, or even the infamous Jack and Rose of Titanic cannot hold a candle to our forbidden love.

Let’s talk about sleep, baby. Let’s talk about you and me. Let’s talk about all the good things and the bad things that may be.

You graciously spoiled me through my brace-faced teenage years. More recently, though, I have struggled to spend more than six successful hours in your beloved company. I divulge that in this time apart from you I have been a wee bit disloyal, beguiled by the seductive bait of nearly overdue problem sets, witty repartee with dormmates (platonically, of course) and Late Night’s mesmerizing mozzarella sticks. But please believe me when I say that no amount of cheesy-fried goodness can fill the aching emptiness I feel as I neglect you. I swear, even when I am basking in the presence of others, I am thinking about you the whole time.

I am sorry that it has become exceedingly difficult to leave room for you whilst maintaining the typical Stanford student load: a modest 22-unit quarter, my exhausting daily three-miles-per-hour light jogs on Farrillaga’s treadmills and of course, my internship application process focused solely on companies with minuscule acceptance rates. (Exclusivity and elitism are key). Please, honey, I am so swamped that I have swamp ass.

Please know that I constantly think of us intertwining elegantly in the law library lounge, in the still silence of the Bender Room in Green Library and on Meyer Green as the sun’s warmth nudges me into your embrace.

It isn’t our just nifty naps though. I miss our long, undisturbed nights together. You always found a soothing, sensuous way to comfort me like no other — the way you would gently make my eyes shut, my body limp and my mind free of thoughts of CS. (Although I swear one time I coded in my sleep, so Google if you’re looking to hire a grossly underqualified frosh slide into my email cited below).

Anyways, I must admit that without our habitual hookups, I have become quite confused and moody. I am left with a singular choice: to savor our fleeting moments of outward affection, where you take me into your open, alluring arms and then abruptly desert me. Alas, even with all my valiant attempts, you are elusive when I need you the most. When I finally spare some time for our romantic reunion, you stand me up and I am left to lay awake all by my lonesome.

Oh my lost sexy slumber, you do not have to say it. I know things have gone downhill since I limited our engagements to strictly timed 13-minute naps. I used to be an animal in bed like a koala in the forest: I could be with you for nearly 20 hours per day without a single interruption. I swear we will rekindle that fierce flame with unparalleled fortitude. Like Justin Timberlake, I’m bringing sexy back, but this time with my unicorn onesie and bedtime peppermint tea.

As we roll into finals week, I am here to declare my undying love for you. Please know that we will find love in a hopeless place soon.

Warmest regards,

A stressed, sleep-deprived, insatiable spirit aka your standard Stanford student

Originally published in The Stanford Daily.

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