The Girl Playbook · Vol. 10 · Sleep & Nighttime
Remember when you could fall asleep on a plane without worrying about drooling or snoring in front of strangers?
Did I Do That in My Sleep?
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You used to click the lamp off at 10pm and be gone by 10:05, with no clock to watch crawl toward midnight.
The lamp had a clicking switch you could have picked out of a hundred lamps, and it was the last sound you heard before sleep took over.
Your side of the bed held 1 pillow and a quilt with a patch you’d sewn on yourself, and there was no wedge propped behind your back.
You turned to the left once, as you always did, and let your knee fall where it wanted, and that was the only turning over you did before the alarm.
The clock’s red 6:44 turned to 6:45, and your finger found the button before the first note.
The coffee pot sat dark on the counter until you were dressed and had said good morning to everybody in the house, because you weren’t leaning on it to wake yourself up.
Remember when you could share a hotel room with your best friend on a girls’ trip and never lie awake wondering if your snoring would keep her up?
The key card blinked green on the first try, and you flopped across the nearest bed with your arms out like a snow angel, never once picking the one farthest from hers.
At 2am she laughed in her sleep and woke you, and when you said “what’s so funny” into the pillow she said “the llama,” and the laughing slid right back into sleep.
In the morning her hair was flat on one side and so was yours, and the 2 of you went down for the waffles with no apology owed for the night before.
You never had to rehearse an apology for the noise you might make, or lie there tensed up waiting for your own first snore.
Back then, your overnight bag held 1 toothbrush, a paperback with a cracked spine and a lipstick, with no night guard in a case and no roll of mouth tape.
The nightstand held an alarm clock and your reading glasses in their case, and not one gadget for the dark hours of the night.
Remember when you could doze off on the couch with your feet in your partner’s lap and never hear a word about your snoring the next morning?
You used to say YES…
Yes - to the window seat on the plane and a sweater balled up against the glass…
Yes - to the beach house with the girls and whichever bed was left…
Yes - to the guest room at the in-laws’, right on the other side of their wall…
Yes - to the hammock at the cookout with all the cousins around…
Yes - to the late movie and a second bowl of popcorn after midnight…
Yes - to “come stay over” with your pillow under your arm…
It used to be…
You could sleep all night in the same bed you started in.
You could feel completely spontaneous.
You could feel completely confident.
You could feel like yourself… rested… clear-headed… wide awake before the coffee.
You didn’t have to hear the snoring get loud enough to move someone to the sofa.
You didn’t have to lie awake at 3am…
…and spend the afternoon dragging, wondering who you’d kept up the night before.
The spare room was where the guests slept…
…and never part of the bedtime routine.
You didn’t have to turn down an overnight visit because of who might hear you through the wall.
A nap on a plane didn’t take any thought at all.
The pillow was dry, your jaw was loose, and the only thing waiting for you at the coffee pot was the coffee.
You never had to turn the bedding around in the dark to find a dry patch.
You had people to see and things you’d love to do, and energy left over to enjoy every one of them.
And you didn’t have to wonder whether you’d ever wake up feeling as though you’d slept.
And these days all you ever hear is, “Go to bed earlier.”
A nose strip, a spray or a new pillow gives you something to try…
And “go to bed earlier” sounds lovely… until you’re already there, waiting for the sleeping part to happen.
Buying all three doesn’t tell you which question you’re answering.
How come the pillow can be wet while your mouth feels dry?
How come you still reach for water when there’s clearly been saliva on the bedding?
Inside Did I Do That in My Sleep?, the mouth-and-saliva discussion takes that question seriously…
…and there’s a distinction inside it worth understanding before you dismiss one observation because it doesn’t seem to fit the other.
If the pillow, your jaw and the 3am clock have been keeping score lately, then this new book is a MUST read before your next night away from home…
Before another pillow gets carried down the hall to the sofa…
Before you think up another reason to skip the girls’ trip…
Before you pack the nose strips and the mouth tape “just in case”…
Remember when bedtime was just bedtime…
You brushed your teeth with the window open a crack so you could hear the night, with nothing to rinse, fit or strap on afterward.
And the hall was just a hall, a stretch of runner carpet that led to the bathroom and back.
Back then nothing was holding you back…
…no spare pillow stacked beside the bed…
…and you were in the group photo, front row, laughing, rested from a full night in a shared room, so you never felt left out of the best part of the trip…
In those days you never had to ask for the room at the end of the hall.
Never had to check how thin the walls were before you said yes.
Never had to fight your eyelids at 3pm.
You could fall asleep with your ear against your partner’s shoulder and wake up in the same spot under the same arm, with nothing to apologize for and a slow Sunday ahead.
A printed educational guide, not personal medical advice. Use its explanations and worksheets to prepare informed questions for a qualified health professional.
Did I Do That in My Sleep?
Vol. 10 · Printed book · by the Girl Playbook Research Team
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It’s strange how a life can get smaller without anyone meaning for it to.
And perhaps the saddest part is how easily you can get used to it.
You make your adjustments.
You find your excuses.
You tell yourself it’s just a bad night.
But it does matter.
The girls’ trip matters.
Waking up next to your partner matters.
The afternoons you spend doing something just because it makes you happy matter.
And somewhere along the way, perhaps you’ve forgotten that you matter just as much.
When was the last time you woke up on a plane rested and asked for the ginger ale?
You’d buckled in at the window with a sweater against the glass, and your eyes were closing before the safety video.
The flight attendant pointed at the exits with 2 fingers like she was dealing cards, and you were already somewhere else.
You woke over flat green fields with a crease on your cheek from the sweater and no ache in your jaw.
The attendant handed the ginger ale over with a napkin and a cookie wrapped in plastic, and you thanked her in a voice still thick with sleep, the good kind.
You folded the sweater into your lap like it had done you a favor, the only pillow you’d needed.
Think back to the road trip when you slept through 2 states.
You’d said “wake me at the border” to your sister and dropped out of the conversation in the middle of a sentence.
The back seat held a sweater, a cooler and a bag of pretzel rods, and you made a nest of the lot.
When you sat up, the license plates had changed and she was singing the chorus louder than the radio.
She handed you the pretzel rods without turning around and never said a word about how you’d sounded asleep, because there was nothing to say.
Remember when the 2 of you went down the hall to the same bed in your sock feet?
The show was one you’d both seen 3 times and still liked, and your chin was dropping before the second episode ended.
Your partner’s hand rested on your ankle and gave it a squeeze now and then, the way you’d check a loaf of bread.
The dog made a circuit of the rug and flopped down by the heater with a huff, the only snorer in the room.
Around 11pm your partner said your name in the low voice saved for the end of the evening, and you answered with a mumble that was mostly a yes.
The hall floor creaked in the 2 places it always creaked, and those were the only noises anyone noticed that night.
Did I Do That in My Sleep?
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Do you miss falling asleep at the beach with a sun hat over your face?
It was one of those July afternoons when the air felt like warm bathwater and the radio played something old.
The hat was straw with a ribbon half unstitched, and it smelled of coconut oil and last summer.
A gull complained from a piling, and a kid ran past with a bucket sloshing a trail behind her, and neither one woke you.
The waves came in with a long sigh and went out again, and you matched your breathing to them without trying.
Your toes were buried in the sand, and you couldn’t have told anyone how long you’d been asleep.
There was a time when you napped in the hammock in front of the cousins.
It was the wide striped kind, hung low enough for a grandmother to climb into, between 2 oak trees.
You’d gone over for 5 minutes with a book, and your eyes closed on the first page.
A girl of about 6 in a swim cap with a flower on it tiptoed over and whispered “is she dead,” because you lay that still.
A cousin said “she’s just resting,” and the kid nodded as though it had been explained to her.
Then she ran off, the sprinkler hissed, and you drifted off again with a smile.
It used to be that Friday night came with energy for dinner out.
You kicked off your work shoes at 5:30pm and were back out the door by 7, hair down, with a table for 4 booked at the place on the corner.
The good earrings went in while you waited at the light, and the top you’d been saving since March finally got its excuse.
You told the story about the rental car and the goat again, and it got a bigger laugh than the first time.
Somebody ordered the chocolate thing and 4 spoons arrived, and the check came at 10pm while everybody was still laughing.
You walked in at 11pm humming and dropped your keys in the dish by the door.
Did I Do That in My Sleep?
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Picture 8am on the porch steps with the dog.
The dew soaked your slippers, and you didn’t care.
The neighbor across the street held up a watering can in answer to your wave, and you called something over about the weather in a bright voice with no sleepy croak.
A school bus wheezed around the corner, and a kid with a backpack the size of a suitcase waved at you.
You stood there with your coffee, finally poured, and the steam rose into the sun, a treat and never a lifeline.
You used to stay at your in-laws’ without rehearsing a thing.
Your mother-in-law met you at the door with a dish towel on her shoulder and a hug that smelled like onions and rosewater.
The guest room had a lace doily on the dresser and a photo of your partner at 8 years old with a missing front tooth.
You turned off the little lamp with the pull chain, and the clock in the hall chimed once for 10:30pm.
In the morning she asked if you’d slept well, and you said “like a rock” and meant it, and she set a plate of toast in front of you.
The kitchen had a rooster on the clock and a plate of cut-up apples on the table, and you reached for the jam without a flicker of guilt.
Remember when you sat in the long meeting at 3pm wide awake?
Somebody’s slide had a graph with a tiny arrow on it, and you followed the arrow all the way to the end.
Your pen made a neat row of notes on the pad, with nothing doodled in the margin.
The break room had a bowl of clementines and a bad copier, and a joke about the copier had been running all week.
At 3:10pm you were laughing at somebody’s story about a parking ticket, and the clock reached 5 before you noticed.
Did I Do That in My Sleep?
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Back then, the cabin at the lake held the entire family on cots.
Your cousin’s kids had already named theirs the spaceship and the pirate boat.
Someone had left a deck of cards with 51 in it, and you played anyway and called the missing one whatever you needed.
A moth tapped at the lantern over the table, and the grown-ups talked in the kitchen over the clink of dishes.
The quilt over you smelled like cedar and old campfire, and the screen door slapped shut one last time around midnight.
Think of the cruise cabin the size of a walk-in closet.
You shared it with your best friend, and her curling iron stayed zipped in the bag the entire week.
She was telling you about the dress her daughter picked for the dance, and you made it as far as the sleeves before sleep took you.
She laughed at your last mumbled word, pulled her blanket up to her chin, and was asleep herself soon after.
The ship hummed under your pillow like a very large refrigerator.
At 7am you were up on deck in a sweatshirt with a paper cup of coffee, and a gull rode the wind alongside the ship before it peeled away toward land.
Imagine being able to say “I’ll drive” and stay sharp all the way home.
At 9pm you took the keys while everybody else yawned, and you adjusted the mirror just so.
Within 10 miles the other 3 were gone, 1 with her cheek on the window and 2 sharing a blanket in the back.
A bag of pretzels went around once more and ended up on the floor between 2 pairs of feet.
You read each green exit sign out loud in a whisper as if it were a secret.
At 12:30am you pulled into the driveway and nudged each of them awake in turn, still bright, with the keys cool in your palm.
Did I Do That in My Sleep?
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When was the last time you fell asleep on your partner’s shoulder at the movies?
You leaned over during the second trailer, and that shoulder was exactly the right height, a pillow you didn’t have to pack.
The armrest went up with a clunk, and your partner lifted an elbow to make room before you asked.
Butter had soaked a dark spot into the bottom of the popcorn tub, and your fingers found the last salty kernels on your way out of the waking world.
Your partner held still for 2 hours so as not to wake you, then told you the plot in the parking lot with both hands waving.
Can you still see your daughter coming down to breakfast in her socks?
Her hair stuck out in the back in a perfect fan, and one sock had slid halfway off her foot.
She told you about her dream before she’d even sat down, with no wince over any noise from your room at 3am.
You poured her cereal, and the 2 of you argued about whether the cartoon was funny.
The milk went over the flakes in a pale rush, and the spoon clinked against the bowl in the sunny kitchen.
She wanted nothing from you that morning except the milk.
Think back to the birthday sleepover with 40 balloons.
You blew up every one of them by hand, and the living room looked like a candy factory.
The birthday girl wore a tiara from the drugstore and kept straightening it, and you straightened it for her with steady hands.
A pillow flew through the doorway and hit you square in the chest, and you picked it up and swung.
You laughed so hard that a girl named Maya had to sit down on the stairs.
At 6am the cartoon theme played in the dark, and you slept through the first 3 episodes with a sleeping bag zipped to your chin.
Did I Do That in My Sleep?
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It used to be easy to share a bed all night.
The bed was a queen with a dip on one side, and gravity pulled you both toward the middle by midnight.
Your pillow was the one with the stripe, and your partner’s was the flat one they’d had since before you met.
“Night,” your partner mumbled, and “Night,” you said back, the shortest talk of the day.
The sofa held the throw pillows and a basket of folded laundry, and no rumpled blanket from somebody’s bad night.
The guest room had an ironing board in the corner and a bed made up for the aunt who came every June.
There was a time when you roomed with your college friend at the reunion.
A banner over the door said Welcome Back in letters cut from construction paper.
Somebody yelled your old nickname across the lawn, and you turned around grinning.
You pulled out flannel pajamas with tiny sailboats on them, and she held up a pair with tiny sailboats too.
The 2 of you ran out of things to say around midnight and kept talking anyway.
In the morning a bell rang the hour from a brick tower, and you both stopped on the path to listen.
Picture Sunday morning in your own bed until 10.
The curtains were open, and the sun lay across the quilt with the yellow squares.
Church bells came faintly from across town, 3 clear notes through the open window.
Your partner’s toes were cold and yours were warm, and you traded temperatures like pennies.
You talked about the neighbor’s new fence and whether the tomatoes would come in.
The clock on the dresser said 10:12, and it could say whatever it liked.
Did I Do That in My Sleep?
Vol. 10 · Printed book · by the Girl Playbook Research Team
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