Cole has been (knock wood) almost preternaturally reliable about sleeping -- down by 7:00, up at 5:30. Which is a tiny bit earlier than I like on the morning end, but not bad at all, since I've always been very much an early-to-bed-early-to-rise type.
In college, when everyone else's evening was just getting started, I'd put my head under the covers and drift off to sleep listening to the comforting hum of voices and music. In the morning, while my roommates were still in bed, I'd be the first one in the dining hall, drinking coffee at the one of the enormous oak tables, reciting lists of German verbs -- schlafen, schlief, hat geschlafen. I knew that upstairs, across the hallway, in the dorm on the other side of the street, in every room, in every bed, there were people sleeping. And I don't think I've ever felt less lonely or less alone.
What about you -- lark or night owl?