Surely onomatopoeia counts.
I was in bed by nine last night. The Mister dozed off before me. I roused him and said, “If you wake up at seven or some shit, don’t try to get at me. Go away and drink coffee and come back later.”
I fell asleep before eleven. I was smiling when I put my earplugs in. So excited for sleeping in!
At dawn, what’s that now, six-somethin? He was wibble wobblin and I may have shouted, “This is exactly what I didn’t want!”
We both went back to sleep until after ten.
It was divine.
My head’s not foggy, nor does it seem to weigh thirty pounds.
I love when sleep makes me feel like a new person, don’t you?
Thanks to all of you who joined me from A-Z in April, I hope you enjoyed the ride!