There is absolutely nothing that I love more than my bed here at school, it’s so soft, so large, and there really is nothing that is any better than the bed that is in my room. My one true love. Said no one ever. No one likes a dorm bed.

It was interesting, when we were younger they thought we needed naps because we were small little human beings who needed a mid-afternoon battery recharge. I now know why every adult over the age of 15 was always trying to make sure that I laid down for my nap. It was because in their older adult bodies, they themselves were having serious trouble powering through the day without wanting to sneak off for 30 minutes of shuteye.

I’m certain that they took one look at me, and thought to themselves, “well if I can’t make it through the day, then how in the world can this little thing that is only half the size of normal human, make it.”

That’s right! All this time when our parents, grandparents, babysitters, and kindergarten teachers were telling us that is was time for a nap; it was because they took pity on us. They took one look at our scrawny arms and legs, messy hair, baby faces, and thought they were doing us a favor! They were looking at us with all the stress of the day, lack of sleep the night before, and the steady wear down of their bodies, and they thought, “if I can barely make it through the day without a nap, then these kids don’t stand a chance.”

Boy do I wish someone could see me now. I wish someone would look at me with those pitiful eyes and demand that I go right back to my room and take a nap immediately. The only eyes that glance at me pitifully these days are my own, and they say, in the first free hour you have today, take that nap. So I do.

Now, I come to my room, collapse on by plank, I mean bed, and struggle into sleep. Time passes way quicker than it ever did in class, and before I know it, my alarm sounding the return of the real world. I wake up, stiffness in my back, creakiness in my neck, and feeling as refreshed as febreezed laundry. They call it college.

BYOB, bring your own bed, because let me tell you, these beds are absolutely not going to cradle you like your bed at home. Shabby at best, if I had to describe my bed at school. One side of the bed has a large slash in it and I’m pretty sure that Michael Myers murdered someone in my bed. With a bed as uncomfortable as the one I have, it’s a wonder that I can nap in the first place. I guess I should just be a little more grateful that I even have a bed to nap on whenever I want.