10 Reasons Why

10 Bizarre Things That Can Happen When You Take an Accidental Nap

  You know the drill. All you really meant to do was lie down for just a second or two, letting your body regroup after that ill-advised Chinese buffet. You pick up a trashy magazine, barely finish the first paragraph, and the next thing you know it’s two hours later and everything in your world is not right…

1. You’re covered in sweat.

I have never understood what that mess was all about. Why were you sweating in your sleep? Does your body have to work harder when it tries to sleep during daylight? Did you sleep-walk and do something odd and strenuous? Is it a reaction to the Egg Foo Yung? Was the bed on fire at some point?

2. Your mouth is completely dried out and your sinuses feel odd.

This means that you were snoring really hard, like at the chain-saw level, a level you normally only reach after tequila has been introduced and there was a drinking game involving tiny plastic pigs. The violent-snoring also explains why Scotch the Cat is perched in the farthest corner of the bed, eyes wide, wearing a crucifix and clutching a tiny designer bottle of holy water.

3. You have no idea what time it really is.

This confusion continues even if you look at a clock, because all the clocks in the room are showing that Devil Time that you know just can’t be right. Somebody has got to be playing a trick on you, right? Your panic and confusion increases as you check other rooms and other clocks, desperate to eradicate this apparent time slip, but you only get confirmation that, yep, two hours of your life done got sucked away. Just like the pig-tailed redhead in that movie where monkeys flew and bitchy people melted. Wait, perhaps Judy had the right idea on how to deal with change. Maybe you should find three traveling companions that like to walk in formation and sing inspirational songs about things getting better? Or maybe not. The last time you did that your insurance rates went up.

4. The stumbling and general body dysfunction.

The impromptu nappage has your body really whacked out, and now your system is not cooperating in a pleasing manner. So, there you are, staggering around and slamming into things that you normally wouldn’t have any problem successfully avoiding. (“The corner of that dresser has always been there, sweetie. Don’t hate the furniture because it’s beautiful and stationary.”) It’s just like that moment when you stagger off the Tilt-A-Whirl ride at the county fair, only without the sound of spoiled children screaming and the rancid smell wafting from the trash bins behind the Corndog Hut.

Of course, just as you trip over nothing and crash to the floor in front of your picture window at the front of the house, fanny waving in the air, Gladys Kravitz across the street will capture the action with her wireless phone, and then she will race to slap the evidence online. Within five minutes of her vindictive act, 46 of your supposed and now former friends will click “Like” and make rude comments about alcoholism and the size of your elevated butt. Somebody even generates a meme about the incident that briefly goes viral. Multiple years of you trying to establish a quality social media presence is destroyed in one afternoon because a neighbor is still bitter about not getting asked to the sixth-grade prom in 1978.

5. The fuzziness.

Your head is all clouded, because your brain is confused, expecting input data that should have happened two hours ago, and the command center is short-circuiting trying to analyze and catch up. And you’re making things worse by sending irrational signals to your gray matter. “I can’t believe I fell asleep!” (It’s obvious that you did, Rip Van Winkle. The drool on the pillow proves that.) “I wasted so much time!” (Did you seriously think you were going to do anything important today, anyway? You were sprawled on your bed at three in the afternoon. The lack of accomplishment was already evident.)

6. Food tastes funny.

There’s really no reason for you to eat, but you pinball your way into the kitchen and latch on to some comfort food, desperate for something that will return balance and normalcy to your life. But the food tastes all wrong, cottony and flavorless, so you pull your head out of the chocolate pie and shove it back in the fridge. (Surely no one will notice your tongue prints.) You’re now starting to wonder if you’ve slipped into an alternate universe. This is minimally interesting (“Hey, what if they have flying cars over here!”) but also terrifying (“What if they don’t get Ellen in syndication!”).

7. No one seems to care about your trauma.

You turn on the radio, expecting to hear news reports that Anonymous has released a carefully-designed virus that makes people fall asleep on the job, meant as a political statement about Congress. But no, nobody seems to be saying anything about that. Just the same old songs from Britney (“Oops, I’m A Chipmunk on Helium Again”) and Bieber (“I’m A Millionaire and I’m Still in Puberty!”) and Bono (“I Used to Be Really Political But Now I Just Make Crap Up and Collect Royalties”).

8. You have lost the ability to communicate effectively.

Best friend Bitsy calls. She’s very excited about a new place in town where they serve rhubarb martinis and kiwi salsa. Everybody who is anybody is racing there right now in their Mini-Coopers. She heard that, just last weekend, RuPaul showed up unannounced and led a limbo competition using some guy in a thong as the limbo pole. Bitsy can be at your house in thirty minutes, run put on something cute that can be adjusted to slutty easily, should the need arise. If some of the men are already horizontal, this could be a good thing. Hey, gurl, hey!

Your tongue is still fuzzy and too big, and this is far too much information to process. You briefly try to remember what drinking binge or unexpected pregnancy led to your friendship with Bitsy, but you can’t recall. (There’s a vague memory about being in New Orleans and a situation came up where people were ready to do anything to win a strand of glittery beads. Most likely, it was not a proud moment.) You don’t have time for this, so you simply hang up on Bitsy without a word. She’ll be fine.

9. The damage to your personal appearance.

A bit more focused now, having just had a one-sided conversation with someone who might be able to trump you with personal issues and thusly making you feel slightly better about yourself, you wander into the bathroom for a physical assessment in the mirror. This proves to be a horrendous plan of action. Your face is both mashed and puffy (was I dragged behind a horse carriage in Central Park?), your eyes are bloodshot and watery (well that certainly hints of drug use and/or angry serial-killer inclinations) and your hair is jacked, matted and twisted (the words “breach birth” come to mind). You will not be making any social appearances this evening. Bitsy better not call back.

10. The eventual fallout and backlash.

Hours later, it’s 3 AM. Your body is still out of whack with the sleep thing, so your eyes are wide open and you don’t feel the tiniest bit tired. You briefly consider resuming the story in the trashy magazine, but that thing started this whole mess so it’s not really your friend anymore. There’s nothing on TV, despite the satellite beaming 712 channels into your bedroom. There’s no one you can call to kill time, because all of your friends are already slumbering or doing a backbend under a RuPaul stage prop.

You sigh, then you happen to notice the cat is still crouched in the far corner of the bed. Has he not moved? How bad was your snoring? You try to calm him. “It’s okay, BoBo. I won’t do that anymore. I’m all better now. Come on over here and let’s have us a nice little nap. Come on, lay right next to my leg like you always do.”

BoBo stays right were he’s at, clutching the bottle of holy water even tighter.


Originally published in “The Sound and the Fury” on 04/13/12 and “Bonnywood Manor” on 02/13/15. Revised and updated with extra flair for this post.

Story behind the photo: A random shot from an antiquing adventure. I thought it was appropriately confusing.


16 replies »

  1. I really have to stop reading your posts over breakfast, or at least not while drinking coffee or another beverage subject to snortage and/or spewage when I get to the part about the cat clutching a crucifix and tiny bottle of designer holy water. (And no, I don’t want to be told that last is a run on sentence. I haven’t had any caffeine yet because it’s now spewed all over the breakfast table. Thank you very much.)

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    • I heartily welcome all run-on sentences as long as you are happy and satisfied. I’m sending you a replacement cup of coffee in the mail. Of course, it might be a little cold when it finally gets there…

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  2. Unlike Barb up there, I removed all liquids and spewable materials from the vicinity of the keyboard. I KNEW this would be priceless and that I’d be horking and making Hunydog wonder if she should sit on the “Help I’ve Fallen and I can’t Get UP” button again…that last time was embarrassing but the firemen were cute… This was freakin’ HILARIOUS! A personal best sir, a personal BEST. More of these “Ten Things..” are required, ASAP, as we all know that laughter is the best medicine and your post today (repost…whatever) made me forget about the evil little demons in hobnailed boots that are stomping across my skull (again). Thank you! Your royalty check should be in the mail…

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    • Be careful what you wish for, as many of the older “10 Reasons Why” are truly a shocking embarrassment and I am stunned when I read them after several years. Still, some of them are salvageable after major renovations, and those are the pieces that get the blessing for a re-post. I’ll go bang around in the vault and see if I can find any more that I can resuscitate…

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  3. Gladys Kravitz? Really, Brian? I had no idea.

    I wish there was some way we could program in the desired length of naps, even the unplanned ones. Maybe an app that senses when you nod off, then makes an almighty racket after about 30 minutes. And it could give a warning sound when snoring is detected. Or drool. Lord, I hate the drool. At least I’m unaware of snoring, but when you wake up and the pillow is damp… *shudder*

    Remember Aunt Clara’s doorknob collection?

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    • Oh, I thought I had mentioned that Gladys Kravitz lives across the street. Mmm hmm. Since the shocking ass-waving incident, we’ve actually become quite tight. Of course, this only happened once I explained to Gladys that if she ever did anything like that again, I would get on the horn with Uncle Arthur and her life would never be the same. Gladys immediately changed her tune, and she even donated an ancient Greek doorknob to Aunt Clara’s menagerie as a sign of good faith.

      The worst part about the somnambulant drool? When you happen to be reading a book at the point of nod off, and you wake up with your lips spackled to the pages. Lovely.

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  4. I have spent 2 sessions tussling with the nearly-1yrs old-grandson today trying to get him to nap – perhaps he read your post!
    P.S – as a sensible person I never NAP – unless I am extremely unwell, or worn out by tussling with the aforementioned grandson.

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  5. Yes to all of it, though i’ve found that now that i’m going through menopause, i actually wake up from what was supposed to be a short nap quite sweaty. Ibdon’t get why they’re called night sweats because i’ve had them at 3 pm. And just last weekend i fell asleep in my reading chair because i’d had too much pad Thai for lunch. My husband came in an hour later and said, why do you have messy sex hair when you’ve been sleeping and i’ve been out in the pool? Lol. Obviously i had no idea. Must have been quite a dream i had while i napped…

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    • Well, the “sex dream” angle is one aspect I left out of the list, but since you brought it up: The naughty movies playing out in my personal theater are often much more intense when a nap is involved. Maybe it’s because the running time is much shorter and therefore the images stand out more? In any case, it adds to the confusion when I awaken. I was having such a swell time, why did it have to end?

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