I feel drunk. My head falls upon the pillow again. My arm is still a void of numbness. I take my other arm and slowly move it from beneath the pillow. It lies heavy on my chest, asleep.
Some people jump out of bed in the morning.
Others kind of roll off and hit the floor. My mother used to pour ice cool water on my forehead. That got me out quickly, when I had a mother. Only when they're fully aware fo I try to coordinate them into the concentrated effort of getting out of bed. Pins and needles as my arm begins to wake.