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| Henri Rousseau - The Sleeping Gypsy - 1897 |
Referring
to your earlier post on our time in Hanoi, I am reminded of one of your most
adorable and curious attributes: that is to say your unique ability to fall
asleep almost anywhere and in almost any position. We both know well that you
do stick to quite a regular routine, falling to sleep each night like clockwork
at one minute past midnight without fail. At first I admit that I found this
very odd, being myself a night owl and with a pretty irregular schedule. But
after some time, I realized that it was probably healthy and better to do
things your way, giving our bodies a chance to rest fully each night in order
to be refreshed for the following day.
But what has really impressed me more than this is how you can sleep in many
different situations. For example, if we are in a car, a plane or any sort of
moving vehicle, you sleep. I suppose this is not so unusual. Then, I have
seen you fall asleep during at least two cultural performances: the Whirling
Dervishes in Istanbul (kind of understandable really with all that
repetitive whirling and spinning) and just last week during the Water Puppets
show in Hanoi. I pretended to be cross with you and pinched you each time your
head fell forward and threatened to never go with you to another performance if
all you would do is sleep. But in reality, I found it cute and funny.
I think though that the most remarkable sleeping ‘performance’ you have given to date must be that time you fell asleep standing while reading one of the information boards at Orhan Pamuk’s ‘The Museum of Innocence’ in Istanbul. I was on one side of the room reading away and you were on the other and all of the sudden I turned around and saw you catch yourself from falling down as you had fallen asleep standing up!! It still makes me laugh to recall it now. My darling, you are a very skillful sleeper. I love you.
I think though that the most remarkable sleeping ‘performance’ you have given to date must be that time you fell asleep standing while reading one of the information boards at Orhan Pamuk’s ‘The Museum of Innocence’ in Istanbul. I was on one side of the room reading away and you were on the other and all of the sudden I turned around and saw you catch yourself from falling down as you had fallen asleep standing up!! It still makes me laugh to recall it now. My darling, you are a very skillful sleeper. I love you.

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