I was a bit of a sleeper-inner.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'm a very good sleeper.
I was dead inside.
For a while we lived in a tent we'd pitched inside his parents' house and we slept on pillows.
I was asleep, in the upstairs bedroom, in the rear of the house. There was this tremendous crash, there was a terrible wind force hitting my body, and then I blanked out.
I was an outsider... but I was also sympathetic with people that were struggling to get up, because I struggled to get up.
I slept like a baby the night before, because I knew that I'd win the next day.
I would love to be a sleeper, but I'm not. I'm usually up pretty early, even if I've been out the night before.
I'm a shockingly bad sleeper. In bed very late. Awake at the crack of dawn.
I am a terrible sleeper.
I was quite an insomniac. I rarely slept as a child. Having God to talk to at night was nice.