My bedroom windows face full east. This poses a wee bit of a problem in the spring and summer months, as my eyelids are forced open at approximately 5 a.m., when blaring sun rattles me awake.
I concocted a means to block the light with a McGyver-esque contraption composed of 3M hooks, tent poles, and blackout curtains I purchased on Amazon. Yet no matter how I drape them, one beam manages to pierce through.
Feeling quite pushed to the limit after a number of nights of hindered rest, I decided, what the heck. After all, enough morahs insisted you could ask Hashem for anything, even new shoes.
I blubbered, "Hashem, You know me. If I don't get the right amount of sleep, I'm not very pleasant to be around. If You could be so kind, and help me out, so that I can stay asleep until close to 6, I would be very grateful. Thank you."
I dozed off, confident my plea was heard.
I was then coaxed into consciousness by a muffled thump. I slowly ascended to the surface, blinking drowsily. Wow, did I make it until 6? My hand patted about for the clock.
1:26, the red digits gleamed.
I looked about the room. Something wasn't right. Wait, where did my shades go?
The 3M hooks had called it quits, and the bright streetlamp shone inwards.
Look, I soothed myself. Hashem has His ways. Maybe this is the means to recalibrating your internal alarm. You'll see!
I couldn't fall asleep. I had awoken bright-eyed to seize the day, not muzzily enough to slumber yet again. I read. I did yoga. I did deep-breathing.
Eventually, almost nearly as soon as I had to get up, I managed to drift off.
My personal message from this? The Eibishter wacking me upside the head for being a wuss.