The City Might Not Sleep, But I Do

Nov 22, 2015 | by Sandy Reitman

 

They say, “You can sleep when you’re dead.”  Well, I disagree.  I live to sleep.  If you think about it, it’s one of the few things you’re sure will happen throughout your day besides waking up.  And if you don’t get both of those things in a day, it’s probably not a good one.

Every study you read tells you how important sleep is for your skin, weight, concentration, and general well-being.  So, if you think about it, having the right bed and mattress must be essential for an overall healthy lifestyle.  

When I think back to when I was a kid, I always got the hand-me-down mattress from someone in the family.  See, I was the youngest, and therefore I didn’t get first pick of furniture.  My parents convinced me that my grandparents’ old “mahogany” furniture was cool and vintage, so I went with it.  Really, they just didn’t want to buy me a whole new furniture set and subsequently could keep giving me their old mattresses.  I suppose it worked because I don’t remember having any complaints about that mattress.

Then, it was time for me to go to college.  Dorm room mattresses are the worst – they’re extra long and covered in plastic.  Plus, you’re conjoined with a total stranger by bunk beds in a room that’s small even for one person.  So, as any good parents would do, mine took me to the closest bedroom supply store and I got all the fixings to try and make it feel more homey and sleep-worthy.  Sure, it was fine for temporary living, but I was constantly dreaming about life outside the dorms with a bed all my own.  

At my university, everyone leaves the dorms after freshmen year and heads to Greek houses or apartment buildings.  As a GDI (Gosh Darn Independent), I wasn’t one for Greek life, so I found an apartment with two girlfriends. It was finally time to have that room all my own.  This also meant it was time to buy a new bed, and with that came picking out my very own mattress for the first time.

I remember going to the mattress store and lying awkwardly on a dozen different mattresses in my clothes and shoes, wondering how this could possibly be the best way to decide on what you would sleep on for the foreseeable future.  I remember thinking, “there has to be a better way!”. Eventually, following many tries to find a fit, I found one that hit the spot.

That first night on my own mattress, in my own room, in my very own apartment was probably the best night’s sleep I’ve ever had in my life.  No more dreaming of a better sleeping situation – I finally had the best.  That mattress stayed with me throughout college, but I had to say goodbye once I moved to the big city.

Buying a mattress in New York City was pretty similar to my college years but with many more options.  You always have to factor in the size of your apartment building hallways and doors in New York City, otherwise you might not be able to get your pieces through the door.  Sure enough, I found an even better mattress for sleeping and it was delivered right to my door.  

All the hustle and bustle of the city outside is no match for my perfect mattress inside.  Every night, my quaint studio apartment with my ideal bedroom situation helps drown out the loud city noises and the city that never sleeps.  Some people might sleep when they’re dead, but I plan on sleeping very well until then.