Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep (standard:humor, 912 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Feb 15 2015	Views/Reads: 2167/1622	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
This year I celebrate another birthday. I hate to say it, but this is getting rather monotonous. Every year I celebrate my birthday. Of course, when the year comes around with no birthday to celebrate everybody will know what has happened.

This year I celebrate another birthday. I hate to say it, but this is
getting rather monotonous. Every year I celebrate my birthday. Of 
course, when the year comes around with no birthday to celebrate 
everybody will know what has happened. 

The only thing I am wrestling with is which birthday am I going to
celebrate? I have so many from which to choose, it is hard to really 
pick out the birthday I want to celebrate. 

Some people like to pick the newest birthday to celebrate. I, on the
other hand, believe that since it is my birthday, I have the option and 
right to pick which birthday I am going to celebrate. 

It will take me several months to decide, so I need to get started now
to pick out which birthday to celebrate. 

In thinking this matter over, I have been tempted to celebrate my first
birthday because I have no memories of that birthday whatsoever. I am 
not sure my parents could afford a camera, because there are no 
pictures of that first birthday. It is rather sad, but I think I can 
change that. 

To celebrate my first birthday would be a rather awesome thing. The
first birthday is celebrating the beginning of your life. However, the 
thing that makes it somewhat crazy is, at that time in life you do not 
know what to think about as far as life is concerned. After all, being 
only one year old does not give much time to contemplate what the world 
is all about. There is a certain degree of innocence in a one year old 
that fast fades as birthdays come and go. 

As I think about celebrating my first birthday, I thought about sitting
on the floor in diapers, drooling, while everybody is singing happy 
birthday to me. That picture kinda cancels any desire I have to 
celebrate my first birthday. 

Then I thought about celebrating my 100th birthday. That would be
awesome. I may not be around when I am 100 years old and even if I was 
around at that time, I may not know what is going on around me. Now 
that would be the perfect time to celebrate. 

Then another disturbing thought entered my head. Just like my first
birthday on my 100th birthday, I could be sitting on the floor in 
diapers, drooling, while everybody around me is singing happy birthday. 
I do not think we want to go there. 

Before I can make any real decisions along this line, I think I am going
to have to take a little nap. 

As I was taking my nap and just before I slipped off into la-la land, I
thought about how old I really am. I am old enough so that I can take a 
nap in the afternoon without anyone thinking anything negative about 
it. If that is not something to celebrate, I don't know what is. 

If I am going to celebrate my birthday, whichever one I choose, I will
have as the focus of that celebration the wonderful privilege of taking 
naps. The older I get, the more accommodating an afternoon nap really 
is. That's worth celebrating. 

I can remember when younger, if caught taking a nap people made fun of
me. “What's the matter with you,” people would say as they pointed 
laughing in my direction. 

To tell them I was just taking a nap did not do anything for my
reputation. 

Now, the situation is completely changed. I can have a nap in the
morning and then another one in the afternoon and then, believe it or 
not, I can take a nap just before I go to bed for the night. 

I feel sorry for those people who are not able to sleep at night. I am
definitely not one of them. Sleep has not been a hobby to me; it is a 
full-time occupation I have mastered. 

I am not quite sure how old I was when my parents taught me a little
prayer for when you go to bed. It began, “Now I lay me down to sleep.” 


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