I slept on the couch last night. My sleeping arrangements were not born out of cross words of hurt feelings but, rather ironically, my increasing inability to sleep. I went to bed late, I know I shouldn't but the alternative is to go to bed early, toss and turn (therefore disturbing Michelle's sleep) and then get up, so I went to bed late. When I got there I found Michelle sprawled in the centre of the bed with a cat flanking each side of her. Normally, of course, I would move one of the cats, except that looking at the three of them, cuddled up and comfortable and knowing the inevitable disruption I would bring to each of them I opted to leave my little family in peace.
I slept for six hours and have been up and awake for four and a quarter hours yet, much to my disbelief, my face is still ingrained with vertical lines down my right side. Couch-face; is the term for my appearance. The short-term affliction is in fact a common occurrence amongst nap takers, disgruntled spouses and other such sofa snoozers, however the temporary disfigurement, on most, only lasts for roughly thirty minutes! Here I am on nearing the end of my ninth cycle of that time frame and the markings, though admittedly not as prominent, are still plainly visible!
It's not a great worry I admit, but still, I've been out and about! The problem could be circulatory; should the blood flow not pump out such ingraining of the body? I have to admit though I 'm kind of curious as to what other shapes my play-dough like mug can retain… Perhaps when you see me next I'll have the faint outline of a duck or a star or some other cookie cutter image on my cheek.
'Till then.
THIS WEEK
I Watched: - Lady in the Water, I Want Someone to Eat Cheese With and Infamous.
I Read: - The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson.
I listened to:- N/A
