The Narcolepsy Twins.
It's sooo unfair. Every weeknight, Boris and Natasha simultaneously crash wherever they may be. On the couch, on the floor, on the bed - wherever. It used to happen around 11pm, but over the last few months "narco-time" has been creeping into primetime. I've watched the glaze come cascading over their eyes as early as 8:30 or 9!
I, on the other hand, don't easily fall asleep and am left fighting my way past the two zombies pictured below, hoping to scratch out a sliver of sleeping space on my King-sized matress. Natasha sets herself into a cuddle-ready state of non-movement and Boris gives me the extended stiff-paw to the back. What teamwork! The irony: I can't get to sleep because of those who are sleeping.
