The Devil Is in Your Snooze Button 小睡按钮，骗你没商量！.docVIP

The Devil Is in Your Snooze Button 小睡按钮，骗你没商量！ 　　I feel like Faustus2） every morning. The warm darkness of sleep around me like a blanket， I listen as Mephistopheles3） whispers： “Oh， Faustus， dear， I am here.” I listen， but want so badly to still be asleep： “What do I care， there is no here.” There is neither here nor there in sleep， no anywhere really. 　　“Faustus，” Mephistopheles says， this time tugging softly at the blanket of darkness， “dear Faustus， wouldn’t you like more rest？ I never lie. You can have a few more minutes.” I close my eyes against the day and answer： “Oh， Mephistopheles， I’d do anything for more sleep， even a few more minutes.” 　　The bargain is struck nine minutes at a time. I am Faustus， but the devil is my alarm clock or cell phone， whichever I’ve managed to set the night before. The devil offers me little extensions of nine minutes， and I happily accept three or four installments4） every single morning. 　　Then Mephistopheles enforces the bargain. I stumble out of bed， at least 18， though usually 36 minutes later than when I had planned. I am late， and I will have bargained away5） all the leisure and pleasure of the morning： no time for taking a shower， no time for toasting a bagel or bread， no time for reading the newspaper， no time for brewing coffee at home. I wonder sometimes what my neighbors think of me： all those endless choruses of alarm chimes6） and bells not once a morning， but at least three or four times on repeat. 　　Snooze is the enemy of both sleep and wakefulness. Snooze is the devil that cheats us into thinking we’ll be more awake for those nine extra minutes of sleep， more rested for every one of those sleep extensions we accept from Mephistopheles. But it’s all a lie： nine minutes at a time， the snooze cheats us of our waking life. It hasn’t always been this way. Alarm clocks are an ancient device， but the snooze button is a recent invention. 　　There have always been ways of waking： even before clocks， there were cr