On the way to pick up my mother from BWI Airport, I fell asleep on the Metro bus to Baltimore. Dead asleep. During a blizzard! I have honestly never done this before. I mean, I'm telling you, I would prop my eyeballs open with toothpicks if I had to in order to stay awake (I LOVED that Tom and Jerry episode! Gosh. What happened to good cartoons? Have you seen what they're doing to Bug Bunny and Looney Tunes? Have you? Huh? HUH?! It's sacrilege, that's what it is, I am SO not kidding...)
What? Oh yes, I would prop my eyeballs open with TOOTHPICKS, I tell you, rather than fall asleep while commuting by rail or bus, as I am deathly afraid of something terrible happening, such as being mugged in my sleep. Or missing my stop. Or farting.
As it were, very few people were on board, (I mentioned the blizzard, right?) so it was almost as if I were a little caterpillar encased in my very own winter cocoon. Or a momma bear hibernating away in her deep, dark cave. Or, you know, a tired, stressed-out woman in a super comfy bus on a horribly congested highway which I was smart enough to avoid having to navigate, nanny, nanny, nanny!
But the windows were partially fogged, the temperature was in that soothing, happy place, you know, the one situated smack dab between tranquilly warm and too warm, and the seats-- although upholstered in an unfortunate, worn navy blue and orange checkered pattern-- were surprisingly soft and comfy-cozy, and the combined effect lulled me to sleep. Lulled me, I say! Right into that neck drooping, head bobbing, drool inducing, awesome sleep of babes. That's right. Just like a cranky, overtired baby in her carseat, y'all. Bliss.
So, I didn't get mugged, and I didn't miss my stop, but judging from my fellow passengers' faces when I jerked awake outside the airport-- looking around in that wide-eyed, "I'm AWAKE!" frenzy of the nearly awake, but not quite there yet-- yes, judging from their faces... I'm pretty sure I let one.
Would you believe me if I told you it was totally worth it?
