Tag Archives: sleep

Competitive Sleeping

“Among the demonstration events at these 2012 Olympic Games is Sleep Endurance: our two remaining competitors are nearly 48 hours beyond the previous world record.”

“That’s right, Jim. Wait, the referee’s signalling… It’s over! It seems the Brazilian competitor has died. ‘Snorebox’ Jones wins the gold! Let’s go awaken him.”


This story was based on a title suggested by @MetalTeeth9.

The Consequences of Sleeping on the Job

Check the news, honey. Apparently something crazy happened at work today. I was napping in a storage room. (Hey, I earn my siestas!) The guys didn’t give me many details. When I woke up they said it was over already.

Haircut? What haircut? Why are you laughing? Did someone…?

Argh.

Mia is Special

“Time for bed, princess!” trilled Mom.

Little Mia said, “Why?”

“So you can sleep, and have lots of energy tomorrow.”

“I don’t need sleep.”

“Of course you do, dear.”

Mia laid awake in her big-girl bed all night, wondering what sleep was and why everyone else did it so much.


This story was based on the prompt “what for” at TypeTrigger.

Mia will appear in Special People, my superhero-with-a-twist serial web fiction, in a future story.

Escape Velocity

I thought stasis would be like sleeping: I’d close my eyes on Earth, and open them a hundred light-years away. I thought it would be an escape.

But it was more like a dream, a slow swirl of half-reality. I spent ten years inside my own head, reliving that memory.


This story was based on the prompt “that memory” at TypeTrigger.

Escapism

Sometimes when I fall asleep I see pictures moving across the back of my eyelids, strange pastel cartoons, usually, where a round-headed caricature of me is trying to escape from a cloud labelled “Future” or “Responsibility.”

My wife says that sometimes she can see the projector’s flickers behind my eyes.

Kid Chameleon

When he wanted to stay in bed, he imitated a cozy blanket.

When he wanted to keep playing outside, he made himself look like a tree.

When he didn’t want to eat his broccoli, he blended into his chair.

Dad was usually fooled, but Mom could see right through it.


This story was based on a title suggested by @Vigafray.