Narcobooklepsy
All. The. Damn. Time!
I feel my eyes get sleepy, I’m yawning as much as I’m breathing, I can sense the little tremor in my wrist, I feel my hands losing grip… and I mean I’m aware of all those little things for a long time before the inevitable inevitably happens.
BAM! SLAM! Fuck! What happened? Who’s attacking me?
Righteously outraged at being woken up so violently causing evidently a ruckus loud enough to wake up the whole damn house, I’m left to explain to a bewildered bed mate and a confused kid that mom is alright… She just fell asleep reading.
Again.
