4.25.25: Sleep Until Noon

I miss being able to sleep in until noon—those slow, quiet mornings with no alarms, no guilt, just drifting in and out of dreams. It felt like the ultimate luxury. My dad absolutely hated it, though. Every time I’d roll out of bed at 12pm, he’d act like I’d committed some kind of personal betrayal against productivity. But I didn’t care back then. I loved the stillness of the world while everyone else was already up and moving. Now, life’s louder, busier, more structured. Sleeping in feels like a memory from another version of myself—one I kind of miss.