Bewusstlos - Unconscious

This one is a quickie as I must be unconscious within fifteen minutes to get my seven hours of sleep. It’s odd that we measure the adequacy of our sleep in precise hour blocks, and that by falling short of our preferred number by even a few minutes spells disaster. Seven hours, for example seems like an alright night‘s sleep, but six hours and fifty minutes is just woefully insufficient. The problem is that the fear of lack of sleep and the subsequent dozy, yawn-filled day at work is so ingrained that it actually works. I genuinely find that the extra ten minutes, against all logic, makes a difference. It is however far too late to speculate further about this phenomenon, and as I check the clock it’s a very coincidently apt six hours and fifty minutes before my alarm will gently irritate me awake. If only I’d have written this faster, I’d have got seven hour block and avoided a lethargic day at the office.