"Bry," I tell my roommate, "I overslept last night."
"How come?" he asks. He knows I'm an early riser; I usually get up minutes before the alarm.
"I slept for six hours." He laughs.
But really, my point is that six hours of sleep isn't oversleeping—until exams loom in the foreground. But, boy, it was the best sleep I've had this week. Praise God for the time to rest!
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Visit Sleepers, a photographic collection in the Boston Globe.
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