At 1-ish, I'm up for the expected bathroom break for which I rarely even wake up. This time I do wake up as I realize I'm in the middle of my personal open jaw itinerary involving bed and couch. WTF is not a good response when one seeks to promote fragile sleep.
I awoke on the couch between two afghans, t-shirt damp with perspiration per usual, and I have no remembrance of getting there. I am toddlin' Lil waking up on her Big Wheel at the beach. I am me waking up in the hall of the Dupont Circle Hilton at 1am.
I am that sleep walker you never want in your combat squad.
Apparently, I'm also an old fart who now does more than he can remember.
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