I woke up this morning at 8am, lying on the floor, fully dressed, with the lights still on.
I was lying on the carpet with a couple of zabuton (floor cushions) for a pillow, in jeans and a t-shirt, with a fleece thrown across my midsection. I must have got up, walked across the room to pick it up, and pulled it over me in a somnambulent state. I don’t remember.
The last thing I do remember is the brief period last night after my lengthy afternoon and early evening nap. I woke up at nearly 9pm with an empty stomach, and made the quickest and easiest dinner I could manage: a couple of bacon sandwiches. I chatted with a friend on the internet, and talked on the phone, after which I lay down right where I was. The call record on my phone makes that just before midnight.
I lay there for a short time wondering if it was possible for my own physiology to produce opiates. I felt so dopey. After that...I remember nothing.
It’s been happening a lot lately. I sleep on the train. I sleep when I get home from work. On Monday, I even slept at work. Four or five times in the past fortnight, I’ve woken up in the early hours of the morning, having fallen asleep where I was, still clothed.
I’ve always had a tendency to sleep long hours. I assume that having to get up at 6am every day to go to work is too much for me. I hope that it’s not anything more serious.