The pillow is so comfortable; so damn comfortable as you sink into the feathers. It was a long night of catching up on Honey Boo-Boo episodes, you deserve a rest.
Shhhhh, don’t wake up. While you count Kardashians jumping over your drool-stained cheeks, America is supplying weapons to a new group of dark-skinned rebels who will one day crash another plane.
The temperature is perfect; so damn perfect with the ceiling fan on full blast. You pull one leg out from the sheets to remain cool. After all, the jacuzzi scene on the Bachelor was hot tonight. All those strangers sucking face. You would cut your arm off to be the next star.
Shhhhhh, don’t turn over to quickly, you might wake. While you dream of McRibb sandwiches, America just listened to every one of your phone calls and read all of your text messages because you used the word “B O M B” on Words With Friends.
The birds are starting to chirp as you stretch your arms above your head. What a good sleep, maybe you should roll back over and get another 30 minutes or another 30 years. While you decide to hit snooze, America is still trying to convince the world that prayer will make everything better.
Shhhh…. Duh’Merica is sleeping and I’m afraid they will never wake up.