4 UGLY Reasons Why You Can’t Sleep

Sleep is vital. We need it to recharge ourselves. And when we wake up sleep-deprived in the early morning, not only do we look ugly–we act ugly. Speaking of ugly, what I find to be the ugliest of all are the particular things that take away my sleep.
1. The occasional droplets. Yes, I am a light sleeper, and I wake to any little noise. I swear, before I go to bed to prepare for my good night’s sleep, I make sure all the faucets aren’t loose. But one night, in particular, I knew I had checked all the faucets when I heard a persistent, ugly droplet coming from the bathroom adjacent to my bedroom. And all I could ask myself at the moment was: Why me? So, being the rational person that I am, I went to check. Yup, what I found was even more chilling than you’re Friday night beer. The sink and shower were entirely water-free; dry to the touch. Don’t even want to think about it.
2. The open closet. Now, this fear may be irrational, but it is still a fear, and it keeps me from getting my typical seven hours of a good sleep. I used to not mind it, but every night I would feel as if my room kept getting darker and darker and having that closet open didn’t help. (But I was too lazy to get up and close it) Sometimes I imagined a black claw creeping out against the pale white of the closet. Other times, I swear to god, I could make out the face of some sort of mythical creature. Then again, it could just be my terrifying imagination. Maybe I’m watching too many horror films these days.
3. The bed shake. Okay, I know what you’re thinking: Have you ever heard of an earthquake? Duh. As a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure I usually sleep through them, which is quite ironic given that I just said that any little thing disrupts my awesome sleep. All I can say is, I hope that’s what it is. Or it could be that I just have the world’s squeakiest bed? Whatever the case, I hope I am not alone.
4. The footsteps. Look, I am grateful to live in a full house. Nothing much happens when you live amidst lots of people. However, one night, I had the house to myself, and I kept on hearing footsteps in the hallway. They were light, but I could still hear them. And each time I drifted into my sleep, I would wake up to them climbing up the hallway walls. And it’s just so weird that they all had a different tempo. Maybe, it was more than one.