One time in High School I was sitting in a practice room that was along the wall of the band room. There was a piano in there that I loved to mess with. I tapped on the keys, finding things, discovering. I was very relaxed and happy with the world. And a little tired.
I started to yawn and it was a good one. A big, long, restful yawn. It felt so goo...
I woke up on the floor. I had literally yawned myself into unconsciousness and fell off the bench. I had no idea you could do that to yourself. Whoduthunk? I laughed nervously and got up, trying to collect my dignity. I think my girlfriend at the time was in the room with me. It’s hard to remember. Realize, I was in the middle of recklessly depriving my brain of oxygen.
To this day, I still love a good yawn, but I’m a bit apprehensive. Too much of a good thing and all. I guess I have a bit of a yawn phobia. What if I put myself out for good? What if I kill off those few remaining brain cells I rely on to think about types of cheeses? What if I lose my ability to do music? What if I suddenly understand what’s happening on Lost? Crazy stuff might happen, you never know.
I’m just saying: You sleepy people. Be careful out there.
Peace to you.
© LW Publishing 2010
What if you forget to not yawn?
ReplyDeleteI'm thinking an explosion perhaps.
ReplyDeleteI've never been much of a fan of yawning myself. Sneezing, on the other hand, is fantastic. :)
ReplyDeleteOkay Dave. I had to read that one out loud to a few people. It was that good!
ReplyDeleteAnd I, myself, enjoy a good yawn. Except for when I'm cold. That's when I yawn a LOT. It's some strange physiological thing that happens to me. That's when I don't like it. It's not indicative of my true state of being.
I've always thought of yawns as a reminder that your heart needs air. Perhaps you forgot to breathe and your heart wanted to get even with your brain.
ReplyDeleteMy heart and my brain are always going at each other like that.
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