my feet have this habit of falling asleep on aeroplanes. they are the only parts of me that do not suffer from chronic insomnia. they are not sleep-deprived in any sense of the word. they take pride in their somnolence. they drift off, apart from me. even when i am sleepwalking, they will not follow me.
when my feet fall asleep, i wonder what they are dreaming about. maybe they are dreaming about angels because they have heard it said that angels have no feet. but angels have wings, like aeroplanes.