I am absolutely nocturnal and I have been that way ever since I can remember.
When I was in grade school I would stay up all night re-writing notes, decorating my books and creating self-imposed projects. In high school my night life was reading novels, making artsy stuff and copying my best friend’s notes. In college my nights were filled with papers, TV series and crying.
”Are you insomniac?” people would ask me.
No, I am not. Insomniacs have sleeping difficulties. I, on the other hand, have no desire for sleep… until my body succumbs to its biological weakness. Also, sleep comes to me easier at daylight rather than midnight.
I could go days without sleeping, then I’d drop dead and resurface again. My longest record of no sleep was 10 days straight. My entire life can be defined 2/3 sleepless: prom, entrance exams, final exams, academic competitions, football games, graduations, job interviews, blah, blah, blah, and my wedding.
I find it annoying when people (a.k.a. my parents and other concerned citizens) would force me to sleep at night. I have been bombarded with sermons on how I’d end up dying early because of my sleeping habit (or the lack of it). I find it really hard to explain to them how torturous compulsory sleeping is for me.
I thought I was king of nocturnality until I met my husband.
I was easily demoted to queen as he took the higher throne without effort. He even is an upgrade. He could stay awake for nights and could also choose to sleep continuous for days.
During the past few weeks we have unconsciously developed a routine – bionic duo at night and sloths at daytime. We automatically (even without speaking) go to bed at the first sign of daylight. Amazingly, his voice and his arm as a pillow make me sleep almost instantly.
Last night he stayed up all night working. I had the strongest urge to nag and tell him to sleep. I did but just a little, just to hint that I was a caring wife. After that, I patiently waited for him to finish work. He was done at dawn just in time for him to eat breakfast and change for work.
As he kissed me and walked out the door, sleepless yet energetic, I was left with a big smile on my face. There goes the owl male version of me who I never imagined existed.
It’s funny how God can put two people of similar animal behavior together. Only someone of greater wisdom and matchmaking skills could orchestrate that.
I am spared of a lecturing husband and he of a nagging wife.
Now, I can’t wait for him to come home so we could sleep before darkness comes and steal the slumber away.
2 thoughts on “Nocturnal Human Owls”
I find it strange that you would say that you have been “demoted” to queen as if the female role was any less the leader that a king would be. Despite what any deck of cards might say, to me they are of equal footing 😀 If anything, I would say that the queen had found her king, and they lived happily ever after 😀
I speak in the political level, the king has a bigger crown and bigger throne. 🙂 I hope you find your king too 🙂 yun ang masarap subaybayan 🙂