If there were an Olympics for sleeping, I would’ve been a gold medalist. While this doesn’t say much about my athleticism, it says plenty about my astounding ability to drift off as soon as my head hit the pillow. Not to boast, but I was Simone Biles-like in my napping skills. It was dazzling to watch, really, or so I’ve been told. I could sleep anywhere—planes, trains, automobiles, Broadway plays, my cousin’s Bat Mitzvah. During class? Now, that was sublime.