I read a book while eating lunch, but I finished eating before I got to the end of a chapter. I carried my book into the living room and settled onto the couch with it. I noticed I was nearing the 100th page thought that would make a nice goal before getting out of the house. The air conditioning kicked on. Ignored the cool breeze until I noticed a blanket thrust on top of the couch. I pulled it over my legs.
I was on page 92 when I thought it might be nice to read from a lying down position. My head hit the pillow and I thought, "Ah, that's nice. Crap. Danger ahead!" I read with eyes wide, furiously denying my upper body the comfort of my blanket. It didn't last. I lied, "This doesn't mean anything," and pulled the fleece comfortably under my chin. Page 98.
I set my book aside, promising myself I would only close my eyes for ten minutes or maybe less. Two hours later, I woke up and finished the last two pages.
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