That’s Gotta Be A First
Well, that’s gotta be a first: I fell asleep in my chair, sitting up, playing cards with a friend. At 7:00 p.m. Me: Asleep—mouth hanging open—for who knows how long. Me: Eyes fly open, realize where I am, sort of. Friend: Pretending not to notice, she says calmly, “It’s your turn.”
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