Hank: Mama? Are you ok?
Hank: But your book has fallen on the top of your face.
Me: It did not fall. I eased is slowly down when my eyes got sleepy and because my book was so close I was able to continue to dream the story during my nap.
Hank: (lifting the book and peeking at me) Can you breathe?
Me: Yes. Books are one of my favorite smells along with orange blossoms and bacon.
Hank: Do you do this a lot?
Pai: (entering the room) She does. I have to peel a book off her face three to four nights a week. She only has a problem when she is using her kindle or the Ipad.
Me: (fully awake and sitting up) I am surprised I haven’t broken my nose by this point.
Hank: You mean you fall asleep reading and the ipad falls on your face?
Me: Exatamente (exactly).
Hank: You make reading dangerous.
Me: I wouldn’t have it any other way.