So sleepy, was Zelazna, she would yawn all day. She would yawn all through the morning, and the evening, and the night. She would wander aimlessly through the fields, pillow in hand, and yawn and yawn and yawn for days until she would finally fall asleep right where she stood. And she would wake up, and things would always feel strange. Maybe the buildings were gone, or new buildings were there, or there was grass where there was none before, or sometimes even the sky was a different color. But Zelazna was always too sleepy to notice. She'd just wake up and wander and yawn and fall asleep again and something new would change. She really needs to get a better pillow.
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