Gustav and Jerry were putting in the last new cabinet in Jerry’s kitchen.
Gustav was holding the cabinet in place as Jerry nailed it in place. “When I was a kid I would need my sheets tucked in tight in every corner. I wanted to be trapped in my bed. But now? I sleep under a pile of sheets and a comforter that are balled up and barely cover even half my body. At some point not making my bed took over and replaced any sleeping ritual I had.”
Jerry lowered the nail gun for a second, “Really? I still have pre-sleep rituals. For instance I need to go to the bathroom right before I attempt to fall asleep. If I am in bed reading, the moment I decide to go to sleep I need to get up and pee again. And if I have trouble sleeping, I get up repeatedly to pee. Even when I don’t really have to. Maybe every twenty minutes.”
“I don’t know. I just can’t fall asleep if I think I am going to wake up and have to pee.”
“Did you wet the bed as a kid?”
“No. I don’t know where this worry came from. — Hold it a second longer while I make sure its held in place.”
“I used to sleep on my stomach, now I sleep on my back. With my hands across my body. Almost like you see corpses laid out.”
“That seems pretty solid – you can let go.”
Gustav let go, and stepped off the stepladder.
Jerry continued “I sleep on my side. I need to face my alarm clock. I think so when I wake up I know what time it is.”
“Jeezus. You worry more when asleep then I do when I am awake.”