I used to sleep. At least, I think I did.
There must have been a time when my mother placed me carefully in my bed and I drifted off to sleep instantly and effortlessly. Alas, that no longer is the case.
Teenagers train for sleeping like runners train for marathons, although that wasn't the situation in my teenage years. I grew up on a farm and there were morning chores to do.
This isn't a complaint because I leapt from bed eager for the work at hand and to prove I was of value despite my size and gender; when voices said girls couldn't do such things.