My body can be such a bossy, manipulative, control freak sometimes. Look, I like taking naps as much as the next gal, especially on lazy Sundays. But sometimes I'd really rather do something. You know, read a book, clean out my closet like I've been promising myself for goodness knows how long.
Apparently it doesn't matter what I want. It will start small, just a yawn here or there. Little nudges to let me know that a nap is being requested. I'll firmly say no, keep right on doing what I'm doing. And then things get vicious. Eyelids no longer able to function properly. Blurry vision. Throbbing head. The coach seeming far more comfortable than normal. And just as soon as it starts, its over and I feel perfectly normal, cleverly lulled into a false sense of security, safe to curl back up with my book. On my nice warm bed. And then, bam, the next thing I know, it's 7:30 at night, and I've somehow lost the last hour or so to unconsciousness.
It knows as well as I do that now we aren't going to get to sleep at any semblance of a reasonable hour tonight, which is going to make tom morrow super fun, but apparently so long as I learn who is really in charge, that's a small price to pay.
Now if you'll excuse me, my body is requesting cherries, and I'm not about to piss it off again.
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