Well, let's just say that I'm a talented sleeper. Sleeping, in fact, might be one of my greatest talents. I can sleep for hours, flat on my back, in the middle of a public park... like Dorothy in the poppy fields, except my opium is grass pollen. (Far less exciting a trip, as I understand.) And my days would consistently consist of only about 8 hours if I wasn't so ridden by work and guilt. (Mostly guilt. No, work. No...)
Luckily for me, I have the pleasure of knowing several other champion sleepers who keep me feeling semi-normal. But, as my boyfriend (like those who came before him) enjoys pointing out, I have one marvelous quirk worth capturing on film. And, like those who came before him, he has done just that.
Luckily for me, I have the pleasure of knowing several other champion sleepers who keep me feeling semi-normal. But, as my boyfriend (like those who came before him) enjoys pointing out, I have one marvelous quirk worth capturing on film. And, like those who came before him, he has done just that.
The result of this is that I am slowly gaining a collection of unsolicited photos of me sleeping. And, since I'm up working (a late night, not an early morning) at an hour of the day that I almost never see, I thought it appropriate to share some images of what I would be doing otherwise.
See if you can detect the quirk from these photos. Hint: It's easier than finding Waldo.
Enjoy.
See if you can detect the quirk from these photos. Hint: It's easier than finding Waldo.
Enjoy.
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