So, in the last week, a what-if scenario has played in my head much more than usual—what if I didn’t need to sleep?
(And yes, I often wonder what my life would be like if I didn’t have a biological need to sleep. I think all university students wrestle with this one while studying.)
(But no, this thought was not prompted by the sparkly vampires of Twilight. I’ve been periodically pondering this particular what-if long before the non-sleeping sparklies were a thing.)
And I have realized that not only would I have more time to do things, were I not bogged down by this insane drive to spend a third of my life non-functional, but I would also be crazy-efficient. No more wasted hours spent drifting through a fog of tiredness. No more involuntary naps on textbooks. No more headaches, upset stomachs, or sore muscles from sleep deprivation. No more nightmares.
Of course, it would also mean that I had more time—to read the books I love, to discover new stories, to be with friends, to do homework. Seriously, if I didn’t need to sleep I could have graduated by now. And probably have written a novel or three, and gotten something published. There are a ton of things that I could have achieved by now, if I never needed to sleep.
But, then again, if I never slept, my brain would probably break. One of the functions of sleep is to provide us with mental respite. Although it might be kind of interesting to explore the insanity of a mind that has never slept.
Hmm . . . hello, plot bunnies!
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