
Sometimes I wake up to a sleeping arm.
I’ve slept on it during the night and in the morning it’s just dead.
I hate the feeling of “no feeling” in my arm.
I always think I’m going to break or sprain it accidentally.
When the blood starts flowing through it again, I’m always relieved.
Once I awoke from a nap to the phone ringing.
Both my arms were asleep.
I wanted to pick up the phone so badly, but all I could do was swing my arms uselessly from my sides.
After about the 10th ring I managed to knock the handset off the cradle.
“Just a moment, my arms are asleep“, I called in to the mouth piece as it dangled from the cord.
Who was on the line?
I don’t know. They hung up.



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S. Le // May 19, 2008 at 2:00 pm
Hilarious! The photo though, is scary and disturbing! I don’t know if I could talk on a phone that looked like a giant bird.
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