Aaron Meshon
As a way to help me get ready for sleep sooner, I’ve taken up reading before bed. It started out as a way to help calm my nerves. You see, a week or so ago, my co-worker, Craig, showed some of us this creepy, but fake, You Tube video about this “legend” called the Slender Man. Ugh, that makes me shiver just typing it out. Seriously. Anyway, all I could think about for the next week was this tall, dark figure following me around. I could feel him at every turn, every glance of the eye. I expected to see him in the reflection of my bedroom in my bathroom mirror, at the end of the hallway in the dark living room. I considered sleeping with my lamp on. I practically ran down the hallway all week for fear that he was breathing down my neck. One night, I decided I couldn’t go to bed scared anymore. I had to do something. This was stupid. There was no such thing as the Slender Man. It was just a stupid You Tube phenomenon. So, to take my mind off of it I decided I would…
Read a trashy romance novel.
There’s really nothing like a budding sexual encounter to take your mind off a fake scary “legend.” I haven’t actually gotten to said sexual encounter yet, but it was the only thing I could think of at the time. Something light and fluffy and not too thought provoking. Something to just reel me in and keep me there for a bit until I was okay to turn off the lamp and go to sleep. But, then after I got over the whole Slender Man ordeal, I liked settling into bed with an easy read. A romance novel is perfect for bedtime reading. I read one chapter a night, I don’t have to waste daytime reading to get through it, and I’m not so invested in it that I feel like I have to carry it around with me everywhere. That’s for my literary novels, because, you know, I’m a book snob. Kind of. Maybe a little less of a book snob now that I’ve given myself back over to trashy romance novels.
But, hey, everyone’s got to have their guilty pleasure, right? Mom’s have Twilight, I have cowboys. Which is interesting, because I’m not generally attracted to cowboys. I actually think of them and see almost every male I graduated high school with, and no offense to them, but they’re just not my type. I’m thinking, though, that this new venture shouldn’t be limited to only trashy romance novels. I could use my bedtime reading to strike off a lot of books by reading one or two chapters a night while still reading another book during the day. Hm, I’m really liking this idea.
Do you read before bed?
