Confessions of a Librocubicularist
Hi, everybody. Welcome to Librocubicularists Anonymous. Tonight we have a new member.
Hi. My name is Elizabeth and I’m a librocubicularist.
(Chorus of voices) Hi, Elizabeth!
Hi. Oh, I guess I said that already. Sorry, I’m really nervous. This is—well, it’s the first time I’ve talked about my, my problem. I didn’t even know it had a name until I heard about this group. Um, I don’t know where to start.
That’s okay, Elizabeth, take your time.
Yeah. Okay. Well, I remember I was really young, maybe eight or nine, when I first started. Before that, my mom or dad would read me a bedtime story, and then tuck me in and turn out the lights. Us, really, because I shared a room with my sister. I always wanted another story, you know? Like one, or even two, wasn’t enough. But there was my sister, and she never wanted another one and I thought, well, okay, I’ll be fine.
Then we moved, and in the new house I had my own room and a new bookcase, all my own, with all my books in it. They only took one shelf, but that was okay, because there was lots of room for library books. I could read before I went to school and I went to the library twice a week because I could read a book every day.
I remember the first time really clearly. I’d started reading “The Little Grey Rabbit” after supper, but I hadn’t finished it. When bedtime came my mother read me Petunia Beware! but after she tucked me in and turned out the light, all I could think about was the little grey rabbit and wondering how the story would end. I couldn’t sleep. When my parents went to bed, I turned on the light and got “The Little Grey Rabbit” out and finished it. I fell asleep right away after that.
Of course my mother found out. She came in the next morning and I was asleep with the bedside light on and “The Little Grey Rabbit” on my pillow. It was a school morning, too. She was upset and made me promise never to do it again. I promised, but a week later I did it again, and this time I made sure to turn out the light and tuck the book under my pillow.
I saved up my allowance and got a flashlight and started reading under the covers. When I went to university, nobody cared if I stayed up all night in the common room reading. I almost failed two courses, and that scared me off it a bit, but when I graduated, well, I was right back at it.
So now my husband says he’s had enough. When he couldn’t sleep with the bedside light on, I got a book light, but now he says scientific research shows that even the LED in the clock can disturb your sleep. He says I have to get help, or else a separate room. I was at my wits’ end when Charlene told me about this group. I really hope I can beat this thing. Thanks.
Thanks, Elizabeth. And remember LA's motto—One night at a time.