I Sleep on Strange Shoulders
I recover from the flu. I sleep in. I rest. I drink Dayquil. I take frequent naps, no matter where I am. I sleep in the bathroom. I sleep on my desk at work. I sleep on the subway. I rest my head on the shoulders of the person next to me. This is nice, I say. This is real nice. You don’t mind a little drool? I say, as I drift off to sleep. Didn’t think so.