Feels so good.
We all do it.
We all want to.
We all need to.
Watching others fall asleep is a good spectator sport.
Something magical happens.
We get a glimpse into another world.
A personal world.
Known only to the fall-ing-a-sleep-er.
A fussy baby finally conks out.
Or the resident insomniac.
Or maybe you’re having a conversation with your brother.
He just got off work.
His eyes start to close.
His head begins to fall forward.
He catches himself.
The head snaps back to upright position.
He says, “What?”
As though he hadn’t lost it there for a moment.
Eyes now slam shut.
Head bobs to…and fro.
Eyes flicker open.
A desperate attempt to remain coherent.
Right in mid-sentence.
The head falls back against the chair.
The mouth opens.
And next comes that sound we all know (and love?).
Watching strangers do this is fascinating.
Anyone who’s flown on an airplane has either seen it or done it.
Head tilted back.
And it’s often women.
The other day it happened in the chiropractor’s office.
A well-dressed, older woman.
There she went, head forward.
Sinking down into the chair.
Her hands went limp on her lap.
The open magazine slid to the floor.
This is where the spectator sport kicks in.
When they called her name.
In a split second, she was yanked back to reality.
From there, in the chair, in a slump.
She bolted upright like a puppet on a string.
And glanced all around.
Had anyone seen?
I kept my eyes closed, feigning sleep.
Renee Walker is a poet, writer, and real estate broker on the Square with her canine assistant, Buster.