2 Minute Worlds

If you didn’t need sleep, what would you do with all the extra time?

If I suddenly stopped needing sleep, I think the night would feel confused. It has always counted on me to lie down at a reasonable hour, like a tenant who pays rent late but still pays. The first few nights, the darkness would hover around awkwardly, asking if I’m sure everything is alright.

With all that extra time, I’d probably start small. Maybe learn to fix the loose drawer that’s been sighing every time I open it. Or write a story about a person who no longer needs sleep and gets accused by their dreams of abandonment.

Eventually, I’d roam the quiet hours with a sense of borrowed freedom, doing things I’m usually too tired to do. Reading weird books. Thinking impractical thoughts. Listening to the refrigerator hum like it’s performing for an invisible audience.

And maybe, after a while, I’d realize that the important part isn’t the extra time. It’s the strange possibility that without sleep, I might finally meet the version of myself who only comes out when the world is switched off.