She took one of those “naps” that turned into an entire afternoon of fatigue.
She slipped into a deeply sleepy stupor and even dreamed about being unable to open her eyes again. It was an odd feeling, that of being blind but knowing she still had vision – the ability to see – just underneath her tired, heavy eyelids.
“Who else,” she wondered, “had felt this sensation, too? Politicians, maybe?” And with that mildly disturbing thought, she wandered off to prepare a cup of coffee for herself.