MOAB

Chapter 40: Galene @ 0.7x nhs

Chapter 40: Galene @ 0.7x nhs

Galene dragged her feet on the floor. What time was it? What day?

She checked her polyphasic sleep app. She was supposed to have more time to work, but she ended up rereading things, forgetting everything and dragging her feet, literally and figuratively, lacking the will to go on.

Greg started his morning exercise routine. He was energetic and sharp and happy.

“How do you do this? I hate you!” she screamed at him and then she took a nap.

She woke up to massage and it felt like heaven.

“Feeling rested?” Greg asked, hot coffee in hand for her.

“Oh, much better. How long did I last?”

“Three days, I think. You’re so cute when you’re drooling.”

She wiped the edge of her mouth with her sleeve.

“Gal, you don’t have to do the poly sleep if you can’t handle it. It’s not for everyone, you know.”

“Yeah but… You do it,” she whined, taking a sip.

“You don’t have to do everything I do. Also, I do it in intervals, then refresh, then do it again, like training, building up to harsher sleep schedules.”

She pouted. “You’re smarter than me.”

Greg chuckled at that. “I don’t think smarts have anything to do with it.”

Gal puffed her cheeks. “I can barely think straight. I’m useless right now.”

“Again, that only means polyphasic sleep isn’t working for you. You can adopt other techniques that suit you.”

“Like meditation, the thing you do?”

Greg sucked in air through his teeth. “Ugh, the opposite. Instead of trying to empty your thoughts, you move the opposite way, with information overload. The brain does the rest, sorts out what data you need.”

Galene nodded far too many times, keeping her eyes shut. “Right, right. Overload, data, right. Brain farts, awesome. Lemme sleep five more minutes.”