Marx
Like always, my foot was the only thing that fell asleep last night.
Like always, my foot was the only thing that fell asleep last night.
I woke up this morning at 4:45, happy that I had managed to sleep in for a bit.
If I were in a warrior culture that views being alert as a great attribute, my fear of sleep would be accepted, understood and even praised instead of diagnosed and treated.
As soon as the harmonica came in, I knew that my idiot neighbors' loud, drunken, 3am sing-a-long wouldn't be ending anytime soon.