Usually it's like this: you're almost asleep and then, suddenly, you're falling off a cliff and about to hit the ground. Then TWITCH! You're awake. I guess my mind was bored with that scenario, as it really isn't that funny (more scary). So, we took it to a whole new level last night.
I was seriously close to zonking out, when I'm suddenly walking down the street. And then I'm not looking where I'm going and don't notice the uneven sidewalk edge coming up. I manage a MAJOR trip and then, to avoid landing right on my face, I have many, massive TWITCH, TWITCH, TWITCH actions as I wake up. I probably looked like I was having a seizure, but it was really my body knowing exactly how to contort when tripping so as to try and land on my butt. I tip over pretty often and have a lot of practice on landings.
I grumped out loud, "Not funny." And was seriously close to asleepness...when the whole thing happened all over again. Bad mind! Still not funny! Twice was the magic number, because I managed a trip-free nine-hour nap after that. I am aware my body and my mind like to mess with each other, but it's sometimes annoying being caught in the middle.
Moral of today's story: still not funny.
An Erinku (in pre-coffee-ness):
oh right leg
I promise to stop
bonking you
into things...soon
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