I find the best time for a nice nap is as soon as you wake up. You’re dressed for it, and often it’s still dark out. When I wake up, first thing I notice is how big my head is in relation to my body, like a crazy toddler, and in danger of toppling. My pillow makes a good table for it. Legless at this hour, like everything. Also my heavy are eyes. My sore throats. Sleep is heartbreakingly desirous of me. It finds me very attractive. But I am being brown-dogged by a kiss.
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It never ceases to amaze me how tired I can be when I wake up and often the longer I've slept the worse I am. Sleep puzzles the hell out of me. You'd think by my age I'd have gotten the hang of it.
I love this Sarah. It would make Merleau-Ponty laugh and maybe sigh too. Oh-oh. I feel a bout of synesthesia coming on. A sneeze wants my attention.
Wish I could be tired enough to sleep more.
This makes me want to chuckle and be jealous.
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