The tiny, auburn-haired Onicka presently sat in a mini-throne next to the queen. She fidgeted relentlessly and was clearly bored and wishing she were elsewhere. I could relate.
I shifted my attention back to center stage.
Good grief, was this women really still talking?
I just had one of the longest mental tangents ever and the end of Ms. Steinglass’s speech didn’t seem to be anywhere in sight. As a consequence, my vision and mind began to grow blurry.
Yes, in retrospect it was a bit rude of me to nod off in the middle of someone’s presentation. But in my defense, I had held on for as long as possible.
My ill-timed nap was short and filled with choppy dreams. I kept seeing all these small, different-colored Xs popping up against a white backdrop. There were blue ones, yellow ones, and
