Some people like massages. Some people like expensive wine. I like sleep. For me it is the greatest luxury, but it can be quite elusive. Meaningful sleep at times requires coddling, so I’m always exploring options for extending my stay in dreamland.
Set the air conditioner temperature to chilly, open a window, or turn on a fan. A cooler room makes for more restful sleep. Lose the pajamas. Try linen, bamboo, or modal sheets. Cut the data connection to the bedroom. Seriously, isn’t it enough we have to endure the constant intrusion of cell phones on the dinner table, but the bedside table too? Most modern cell phones emit significant light and noise even when dimmed and set to vibrate. I know many folks use their cell phones as alarm clocks. If you enjoy undisturbed sleep with a cell phone by your head, then no problem (other than that pesky radiation), but if you are up in the middle of the night obsessively texting and checking Facebook then that explains why you are acting like a cranky asshole during the day.
Maybe it is just psychosomatic, but I swear that I feel more ready to rest after a cup of Yogi Bedtime tea. In times of desperation, the following options never fail: 1) a doobie, 2) an orgasm. Try getting stoned or laid or both before popping one of those crazy and dangerous sleeping pills.