"All day long my calves are suffocated by pants; nighttime is their time."

I was on the brink of sleep, already having experienced the full-body jolt, when a loud noise shook me awake. A new text message.

I drowsily rummaged my desktop, trying to make out the shape of my cell phone among the plethora of gadgets I keep nearby. I finally found my phone and flipped it open while slowly focusing my tired eyes. I read the name: Mel Why was Mel texting me? I had told her specifically just this very afternoon not to text me!

Wanna go to the strip and get drunk?

I bust up laughing, flipped the phone closed and tossed it back onto the desk.

As I snuggled back into my eight pillows ("I fill emotional voids with cotton batting.") my blasted phone went off again. Another text?! Mel, lay off the booze! However, it was Justina this time.

Don't forget about doing my hair tomo!

SLEEP! I JUST WANT SLEEP!