I’m always falling asleep on the couch. I can be watching a murder mystery, laugh-out-loud comedy, or bomb-heavy action movie; it makes no difference. I’ll still be snoring quietly in the corner. I can’t help it. First, my couch is super comfortable. Second, I keep my living room at an excellent temperature. And third, I’m tired.
Last week, Dave and I watched the Avengers movie twice because, despite all the explosions, I couldn’t keep my eyes open. He tries to get me to hold it together, but I say I’m just giving him the privilege of really digging deep into a story. Figure out the background plots, catch the inconsistencies.
In that way, my sleepiness is actually a gift.