From under a book


Hank: Mama?


Hank: Mama? Are you ok?

Me: Sure.

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.