If you didn’t need sleep, what would you do with all the extra time?
If none of us needed sleep, the whole world would tilt on its axis.
Cities would become genuinely twenty-four-hour places—not because of the nightlife, but because people simply had more life to live.
We’d grab a coffee at midnight without thinking twice.
We’d play sport in the early hours of the morning.
Friends would come over for a meal before work, not after it.
Everything would stretch, loosen, open.
Life would be very different.
As for the extra time? I have a hope—
that my work hours would not quietly expand to fill the space. They’re long enough already. But outside of that, the possibilities grow quickly.
I’d write more. That would be fun.
I’d read more. That would be good for everyone.
I’d finally watch the movies I keep meaning to see.
I’d want to go to a sunrise performance at the Sydney Opera House.
I’d catch up with people—because suddenly all of us would have time. Real, unhurried time.
And maybe I’d even do another uni degree. I know I have enough already, but learning begets learning. Every course sparks two or three more ideas. In a sleepless world, I’d finally have the hours to follow those threads.
I might become sportier, too.
Go to a golf driving range at 3 a.m.
Join a late-night volleyball comp at the local sports centre.
Why not? The list is endless.
The Afterword 
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