Sleep

Tonight as I settle in to bed I am thinking of some snoring from earlier this evening.

Visiting some of Melbourne's more pleasant public toilets, I observed there was only one corner cubicle occupied in the amenities. Whilst I undertook the purpose of the visit I realised a distinct repetitive snore was sounding from that occupied cubicle. Not a pigeon in the roof, but a snore, a human snore.

This snore was at once humorous, very sad but also strangely comforting. As although the anonymous snorer needed and deserved a comfy place to lie down, I felt it was good that they could at least find a private place in the CBD for a decent snooze, and that they were clearly clocking up some zzzs in such a undesirable resting place. They obviously thought like I that these toilets on Collins St were the pick of the bunch.

I have been pondering for some time the idea of opening a sleep hotel in the city, and it's now occurred to me that if I do so I should also make it accessible to the homeless.

Good sleep is a basic human right.